About ten minutes later the phone rang.
"Hello"
"Tim, it's Susan, Julie said you'd be free this evening, can I come over?"
"Sure, she's out for the evening, so whatever time is good for you," I replied.
"I'm on my way. Put on some soft music and pour me a glass of red wine, I'll be right over."
Susan lived just about a half mile away, so I knew she would be here shortly. I quickly did as she directed and poured her wine and dialed up a soft jazz station. My heart was racing, I didn't know what to expect. I had lusted after this woman for a long time, but now I was so nervous it was incredible. I felt like a little school boy or a teenager going out on his first date.
A few minutes later the door bell rang. I opened the door and Susan walked in without waiting for an invitation. She is not normally a very forward or aggressive person, but I got the feeling she was trying to set the tone for the evening by letting me know she was in charge, not me.
I was somewhat disappointed to see she was wearing blue jeans, flats and a pull over sweater. I did notice, however, that she had on a lot of makeup, more than she normally wears. It looked really hot; bright red shiny lipstick, heavy eyebrows – just the way I like it. Her perfume was heavenly! She also carried a small overnight bag, which she promptly handed me as she brushed pass me at the door. I set her bag next to the couch in the family room.
"Where's my wine?" she asked in a matter of fact tone.
I quickly retrieved her wine glass from the wet bar and handed it to her. She took a sip and set it on the coffee table. I watched her every move and inhaled the beautiful scent of her perfume. She went to her over night bag and pulled out a pair of men's red silk boxers and a black nylon/spandex short sleeve short.
Handing them to me she said, "Go put these on and come right back."
I nodded and went into the bedroom to change into what she gave me.
When I came back into the family room, she was seated on the couch, sipping her wine. I noticed a digital camera sitting on the coffee table. She looked me over and smiled to herself. For a fleeting moment I felt like I was in a meat market, being looked over by a prospective buyer.
"Lower the lights and light some candles," she told me, "Then come stand in front of me."
The mood was now set; soft music, candles, low lights and wine – she was starting to relax, completely sure of herself and in control. I was still nervous however, not sure how this night would turn out. I stood in front her, hands clasped behind my back.
"You know your wife told me all of your intimate secrets don't you? There is nothing about your sex life I don't know."
I looked sheepishly at the floor, knowing she was exactly right.
"Yes, she told me," I answered. I felt myself slipping into that wonderful sexually submissive mode; I knew I would be putty in her hands tonight.
"Seems she's given you up as a lost cause, said I could do whatever I wanted with you. But of course, at least according to her, you seem to be damaged goods."
I looked up from the floor and our eyes met. She stood up and approached me, standing directly in front of me. She rubbed her hand on my chest, rubbing her finger nails lightly across the nylon/spandex material. She then reached into the front fly of my silk boxers and pulled out my semi-flaccid dick.
"So, it seems I have a challenge on my hands," she said, smiling sarcastically at me as she fondled my cock. "You see, I have every intention of riding this hunk of meat as much as I want – and I have a feeling that will be quite a lot. After all, Julie has cast you aside and essentially given you to me to use as I please – right?"
I nodded affirmatively as she continued to fondle me and stare directly into my eyes.
