Sue and Me

I stirred a little, and that woke Sue up.

After a few yawns and stretches, she said she was thinking of calling Dave and going home early, not spending the night.

I handed her her phone, grabbed my robe and left the room so she'd have some privacy. I didn't need to hear her being all lovey and cooey with her absolute dick of a husband.

I went and sat in the living room, catching up with some memes on my phone.

After a while, she opened the door to the bedroom.

"I'm done," she called, and I headed back to the bedroom.

She had a face like thunder.

"You OK?" I asked.

"No," she said, "he's fucking his hussy again."

I reached out and gave her a tight hug.

"You'll be fine."

"I already am," she said. "I just haven't decided what to do yet."

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"But now I'm going to have a shower."

She went to the bathroom, and started the shower running. I watched as she sat down and took her stockings and garter belt off - she'd left her heels in the bedroom, I guess. I gave her a towel and a toothbrush, and went back to the living room.

When I heard the water shut off, I went in while she was drying herself.

"I'll take a quick rinse," I said, stepping in and turning on the water. Fuck me, it was hot.

"Jesus Christ," I asked her, "how do you stand it so hot?"

I was done quickly, so I jumped out and quickly dried myself. I started cleaning my teeth and went to see where she was. She was wandering around in the living room, cleaning her teeth too. She walked past me back into the bathroom and spat. When I was done, I went and put my underwear and jeans back on, and found her in the living room brushing her hair.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked her.

"I want to go out and have some fun," she said.

"OK, fun, or fun, fun?"

"Oh, definitely fun, fun," she said, talking about something sexy.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I guess I'll get dressed and we can find a bar, then see what happens."

"OK, do you want me to run down to the car and get your clothes?"

"Ah shit," she said, "I sort of didn't bring any clothes."

My eyebrows went up, quizzically.

"I was making a point to Dave, and I hadn't actually planned on leaving here."

"So you're going out naked?"

"No," she said, "I can probably use one of your shirts."

She went back into the bathroom.

A minute or so later, she came out in her stockings and garter belt. I wolf whistled to her, getting her to grin back at me.

She came and picked up her thong and bra, and slipped them on too. She went back to the bedroom, and I followed her in there. She put the heels back on.

"OK, let's look at your shirts."

I opened the closet, and she looked at the shirts. She pulled out a maroon one and put it on, checking to see that it covered her butt. She rolled the sleeves up, buttoned it up and stood in front of the mirror.

"Do you have a belt?" she asked me.

I handed her a black belt, and she put it on. Once she'd buckled it up, she wrapped the end of it over the top and let it dangle down her side.

"How do I look?"

"I think you looked better before, but that looks fine," I said.

"Alright then, make yourself pretty and we can go out."

I grabbed a shirt, then remembered her butt plug in the bathroom. I went and got it.

"What do you want to do with this?" I asked.

"Do you have any lube, and I'll put it back in."

She knew I have lube, so I opened the bedside drawer to show her.

"Give me that," she said, "I need to warm it up."

She took the buttplug and put it in her mouth.

"Bend over," I said, taking a tube of lube from the drawer.

She bent over and held the end of the bed.

I lifted the tail of the shirt and moved the strap of her thong to the side. I looked at her pink anus, winking at me. It hadn't fully closed, so I bent over and ran my tongue around it, pushing it in slightly.

She clenched her sphincter, so I pulled my tongue out. I lubed her up, and rubbed it in with my finger. I even squirted some inside. I took the plug from her mouth, then slowly pushed it in.

"All done," I said as the base sat flush again.

She reached back and fixed her thong as she stood up.

"How do I look?"

"Fine," I said. "You want to go somewhere nice?"

"I'm thinking we could have more fun in a dump," she said.

There's a crappy little dive bar within walking distance of my place, and we headed there. We stopped briefly at her car so she could collect her coat, and she put it on.

It took us a little longer to walk there than usual, as Sue was walking slowly, probably due to her heels. Or the butt plug, I don't know. We went in, and ordered a couple of bottles of beer before heading into the cramped little back room, where there's a pool table. The room had five guys in there, playing pool, and Sue went and put some coins on the table to put herself in line for a game. I don't play pool, so I found a high chair thing over by the wall and sat down to watch.

Sue came over to me, and put her arms around me and started getting all kissy faced. I noticed the guys waiting around the table watching her, and nudging each other. When the current game finished, one of them came over while another guy racked the balls.

"Miss, you're up," he said.

She let go of me, and turned towards him.

"Are you all finished already?"

"Yup, it's your turn."

"Who wants to play me?" she asked, taking off her coat and giving it to me. They could see how short my shirt was on her now.

"You're not playing your friend?" the guy asked.

"He doesn't play. Well, I'm not very good, but I like to play with balls."

I was almost embarrassed for her. I'd draped her coat across the back of the chair. Oh, she had something in mind, as she's actually pretty decent at pool. I watched the other guys, watching her.

"I'll play you," the guy said. "We don't have to play for money or anything."

"Oh good," she said, smiling at him, "I'd hate to lose too much."

God, this was going to be embarrassing if she kept this up.

He broke, smashing the balls all over the place. I'm not good at pool, but it seemed to me that there were several decent shots she could have taken, and she took none of them.

She swayed, in an exaggerated way, over to the table, making a big deal about bending over so they could probably see the tops of her stockings. She didn't pocket anything, or even make it difficult for the guy to down four stripe balls.

She went and handed him the cue, I noticed he touched her hand as he took it. She stood by the side of the table and watched him putting the balls away. She took the cue, stroking his fingers as she did, when he handed it to her after he'd missed his shot.

She stroked the cue like she was jacking it off and ran her tongue over her upper teeth while she surveyed the table. This time, she managed to put one of the balls in a pocket, but the white just rolled away as she was celebrating, ending up by the cushion and not giving her an easy line on any of her other balls. Her next shot just touched one of her balls, and set him up for an easy shot.

I noticed him close the door to the main bar on his way around the table. He nodded at the youngest looking guy, who brought his stool over and sat in front of the door.

She handed the cue back to the first guy, and he licked his lips as he reached out to take it from her, holding her hand on the cue.

"Do you want to make this interesting?" he asked her.

"I don't want to lose all my money," she said, looking nervous.

"Nothing like that," he said, looking at me. "You lose, you take something off. I lose, I take something off."

It seemed everything stopped while we all waited to see what she'd say.

"Like strip pool?" she asked, sounding incredibly naive.

He nodded.

She looked at me, then back at him.

"OK," she said.

Everybody was paying attention to the game now. He slid his hand down the cue, off hers.

He smiled before going back to the table and hammering the rest of his balls down. He pocketed the black, and looked at her with triumph in his face.

"Oh my," she said, "do you want to take my belt off?"

"Sure," he said, and came over to her.

"Is your husband alright with this?" he asked, looking at me.

"He's not my husband," she said.

He looked at her left hand. At her wedding ring.

"Fiancé?"

She shook her head.

"Boyfriend?"

"No," she said, "my fuck buddy is fine with this, aren't you, fuck buddy?"

I just shrugged and nodded.

"You're a hot wife?" he asked.

She just grinned at him.

He unbuckled her belt, took it off then gave it to her. The shirt fell away from her slightly, looking all shapeless without anything holding it at the waist. It was obvious to me that it was one of my shirts.

She came back over to me and handed me the belt. I looked at her, questioningly, but she just put her hand out for more coins. I dug some out, and she gave me a wicked smile before heading over and putting them on the side of the table, so she was back in line. I put her belt across the back of the chair.

When she came back, she backed up to me so she could watch the table. Her hands were behind me, and she stroked my dick through my jeans while they played. They were playing winner stays on, and when the guy she'd been playing lost to a taller guy, he came and gave her the cue.

"You're up again," he said, then went back and racked the balls.

"Do you want me to go first?" she asked.

"Break," he said, "yes."

She bent over, and with the top three buttons undone, I'm sure they could all see all the way down her front now her belt was off. She took aim and broke, poorly - balls scattered everywhere. She handed the cue over, and we watched the tall guy pocket three stripe balls before leaving her with the white hiding behind a couple of the striped balls. She took the cue, and hit one of the stripe balls before one of the spot balls.

"That's a foul," he said, "I get a free shot."

She bit her lip and nodded, giving him the cue.

He took the cue and pocketed three balls before missing. He lined up again, and put the last stripe ball down. He missed putting the black down though, so handed her the cue back. This time she managed to put two balls down, making an excited little squeak each time, but then missed the third. She looked nervous as she handed back the cue, and he quickly finished the game. He handed the cue to the first guy she'd played and turned back to her.

"Do you want to take off my shirt?"

He nodded, and came and unbuttoned the four remaining buttons. He whistled as he opened her shirt and saw her underwear, then slid the shirt off her shoulders.

"You have sexy underwear," he said. "Nice to see you're a natural redhead."

They both looked down at the little bit of her landing strip visible above her thong.

She slid the shirt down her arms, and collected it behind her. She brought it around and held it in front of her like it was going to protect her or something, and the tall guy shook his head. She handed me the shirt, and I put it on the back of the chair over her belt, leaving her there in her bra, thong, garter belt, stockings and heels.

"Maybe we should go," she said.

I shrugged at her. I wanted to see what she was playing at.

The guys all started telling her she was pretty, and she should stay, she was getting better, maybe she'd win the next game and really show them. She looked nervous, and came and backed in to me, pulling my arms around her to cover her up or something. I ran my hands over her, feeling her up and running my fingernails over her bare flesh.

We watched the taller guy racking the balls to play one of the other guys - he looked a bit older than the rest. The older guy broke, and we watched while they took turns until the tall guy won again.

"You're up," he said as he came around the table towards us.

"I didn't put any money down," she said.

"That's OK," he said, "we've got you."

"I don't know that I want to play again, thank you."

"Really?" he said.

"Well," she said, "it's going to be getting late, and the games are taking a while. Besides, you've seen me undressed now."

"I've got an idea," he said, "how about we only rack up three of each, with the black behind them?"

"That would speed the games up," she said, "but it still seems a little unfair."

"How so?"

"I'm playing a different guy every time, so I'd have to be amazing to win against you all!"

"Huh?"

"Look," she said, "I've lost twice, and I'm standing here in my underwear. He's lost," she pointed at the first guy, "and he's lost," she pointed at the older guy, "and they're still fully clothed."

"That seems fair," the taller guy said. He turned to them. "Take your shirts off."

The guys didn't argue, they just took their shirts off. The older guy was wearing an undershirt, and the taller guy nodded at it.

"That too."

The older guy just took his undershirt off. I think everybody was wanting to watch Sue to play again.

"It's still not my turn," she said, "I've played twice, and lost twice. It's not my turn yet."

"OK," he said, and turned to the younger guy. "You're up."

"I don't want to play," he said.

"Then fuck off, we're playing in here."

"Fine," the younger guy said sullenly, and got up and took the cue. The older guy went and sat on his stool by the door. We watched as the younger guy broke, and we watched as he got absolutely creamed. He was even worse than Sue was pretending to be. He took his shirt off as he stomped back to replace the older guy on his stool.

"What about you," the tall guy said, pointing to me.

"I'm not playing," I said. "Do you want me to fuck off?"

"Nah," he said, "you're with her."

He turned to the last guy, and pointed to him. He stood up and came over to the table. He took the cue, and broke. It was an interesting break, as he peeled a few balls off, but didn't slam them everywhere. We watched them swap back and forth, and eventually the taller guy lost when he pocketed the black on a rebound. He grinned at Sue and took off his shirt before sitting down again.

The last guy racked the balls and offered the cue to Sue, but she pointed to the first guy. The last guy pivoted, with the cue held out, and offered it to the first guy. He came over and took the cue, and they played. The first guy put up a decent showing, but he lost again.

"Jeans," the taller guy said, and the first guy sighed, then unzipped and took his jeans off, struggling to get them over his shoes. He sat down in just his underwear.

The last guy racked the balls, then offered the cue to Sue again. It was going to be her turn, as far as I could tell, and she pushed away from me and walked towards the table.

"You break," she said.

He broke, again barely breaking the balls apart. I watched her walk around the table, taking the cue from the last guy on her way past. She bent to shoot, and I watched the guys behind her staring openly at her rear end. I saw the younger guy pointing, and I thought I heard him mutter "butt plug" to the first guy.

At this point, the door hit the younger guy's stool as somebody tried to come in.

"Private party," the taller guy said, "so fuck off."

The door closed.

I watched the game, but I also watched the other guys craning their necks to get a good view of Sue as she contorted herself to get to the balls - the last guy seemed to be deliberately leaving the white in the middle of the table so she'd have to stretch to get to it. After about five minutes of playing with her, he finished and put the black down and turned to her with a cocky grin on his face.

He put the cue of the table as she walked over to him.

"Do you want to take off my bra?"

He nodded. She put her arm across her tits, and lifted her hair as she turned her back to him. He unhooked her bra, and pushed the straps off her shoulders. She turned back to face him, and slid the straps down her arms. She pulled the bra out from under her arm, but was still covering her tits.

She gave me the bra, and I put it on the back of my chair with her other clothes.

She let her arm go, her tits dropped out and I watched them all stare at her. She has nice tits, and when she turned to walk back to me, I could see her nipples were as hard as bullets. She was loving this. Again, she backed in to me and pulled my arms around her while we watched the guys play on. I ran my nails over her skin again, occasionally tweaking her nipples. The guys who weren't playing watched us as much as they watched the games.

The last guy lost a really close game to the taller guy, and took off his shirt.

The taller guy beat the first guy, who lost his jeans. He took them off with good humor.

The taller guy beat the older guy, who lost his jeans. He took them off quietly as the next game was racked up.

The taller guy beat the younger guy, who also lost his jeans. He took them off sullenly.

The taller guy offered the cue to Sue. I thought she was going to make an excuse, but she didn't. She took the cue, and went and played. I don't know if her swaying as she walked around the table, or her tits hanging down when she shot distracted him, or whether he was toying with her, but she pocketed two balls before she lost to him.

"I suppose you want to take off my panties," she said as he put the cue on the table.

"Yes, I do," he said, motioning her towards him and leaning at the end of the table.

She sashayed over to him, and he pinched the straps over her hips. He slid his hands down, pulling her panties until they were by her ankles, then stood up. She stepped out of her panties, then, keeping her legs together, bent forwards with her knees locked and picked them up off the floor. She came back over to me and gave me her panties. I put them on the chair, and put my arms around her. I gave her a passionate kiss, and then she turned back to watch the game. I was playing with her tits and butt while they played, and those who weren't playing openly stared at her.

The taller guy beat the last guy, who took off his jeans.

The taller guy then beat the older guy. He didn't seem happy about it.

"Boxers," said the taller guy. The older guy started to complain. "Oh, bullshit - she's lost her underwear, now you get to as well."

The older guy shrugged dejectedly. He took off his boxers, and sat down with his dick sticking out.

The younger guy didn't want to play. He didn't seem to want to leave, either.

"I'll play you," said Sue.

"Really?"

"Sure," she said, "you can probably beat me too."

She broke, and we watched a pretty long, drawn out game where neither of them seemed very good. Everybody was enjoying watching the game too much, as they all got a good view of her pussy whenever she bent over. They were even following her around the table to gawp at her.

Sue would occasionally pocket a ball, but then she'd miss the next shot. I noticed that she never seemed to leave the ball in a place where the younger guy could get a good run going. Eventually she won.

"Boxers," she said to the younger guy.

He started to look shy about taking them off.

"And I want to take them off you," she said.

As Sue approached him, he looked to the taller guy, who nodded at him. She squatted down in front of him and reached for the waistband of his boxers. Hooking her thumbs in them, she pulled them down. His hard dick fell out as she slid them past his thighs, and she caught it with one hand. She slowly slid her hand along it as she used her other hand to slide his boxers down to the floor before she stood up. After a few seconds stroking him, she let go of his dick as she backed away from him.

The last guy stood up to play Sue. He racked the balls as she chalked the cue, then stood and stared at her tits as she broke, scattering the balls all over the table. When he took the cue from her, she stroked his fingers like she'd been doing earlier in the evening. As he bent down to take his shot, she stood there in his view and put her arms under her tits, pushing them together and lifting them slightly.