BE OUR GUEST
Even though they arrived back in Houston late on a Saturday night, Colin and Susan got up at an early hour Sunday morning. Colin had already made plans to play golf with some of his college friends from Houston so Susan got up when he did. The house was quiet because the children had been sent to their grandparents for the weekend.
Keith arrived in the kitchen shortly after Colin left and prepared coffee for he and Susan. His conversation was light and entertaining as always and Susan sort of slipped into the mindset that everything was over. When she asked about Debbie, he told her that she had already left for a very early tennis match and would be out for a few hours.
When they finished their coffee, he snapped his fingers and said, "I almost forgot. The bag with your new stuff is in my closet. We'd better get it now. I'll let it be your problem as to how you handle it with Colin."
He led her into their master bedroom. Susan had seen it before during their mini tour of the house. The size of the bedroom was surprisingly snug for a house that size, but it had a huge bathroom and two massive walk-in closets.
"It's in here," he said, and walked into his closet. As he came out with the bag and handed it to her he expelled an exaggerated sigh and said, "I really envy Colin. I know you'll look great in these."
He laughed lightly.
Susan laughed weakly.
All humor was quickly curtailed.
"Keith, are you in here?"
Debbie! Keith looked at Susan as if he had been caught red handed. He put a finger to his mouth, motioning her to be silent while pushing her gently into the closet. He left the door slightly open but Susan couldn't see much. What she did know was that she was trapped in an ungodly bad situation. Keith seemed to recover nicely, telling Debbie he had just finished getting dressed.
He had turned the light off in the closet before leaving the door barely open, forcing a stunned Susan to step back into the darkness. She could easily hear everything they said and could have opened the door slightly to see out if she wanted to, which she didn't. She felt like a trapped rabbit.
"Why are you back so early?" Susan heard him ask.
Debbie told him her partner bowed out with a sick child so she just came back home since there were guests. Keith told her Susan was still asleep as far as he knew. At that point, Debbie walked right past Susan and stood in front of a mirror that reflected her perfectly through the crack in the open closet door.
And perfect was perfect...Susan's view was perfect and the picture she was presented was that of a perfect woman, looking great in a very short white tennis outfit. Their bed was just a few feet in front of the mirror and there was nothing that Susan couldn't see when Debbie sat down on the edge of the bed and began to remove her shoes.
Suddenly, she stepped back as Keith walked past and gently brushed open the door a little more. Suddenly, as well as she could see out surely Debbie could see in, even in the darkness of the closet. She shouldn't have worried. Debbie's attention was quickly diverted as Keith walked around and sat down behind her on the bed. He kissed her on the neck.
"The kids are gone," he said as he slowly lifted her top up.
Just as the top was going over her head, he looked at Susan in the closet with a knowing smile on his face.
Susan shuddered. What was he up to? The man was mad!
He continued to lift Debbie's top over her head and then off, keeping his attention on Susan. They both knew she could see out but Debbie wouldn't be able to see in. Keith would make sure of that! Susan was a prisoner in that closet, wondering where all this was going and certainly wanting no part of it.
Keith smiled. This had worked perfectly. He had both women exactly where he wanted them.
Right now, Debbie had a little debt to pay.
The removal of Debbie's top revealed a white transparent demi bra. Keith slid his hands around her and gently slid his fingers over the exposed top of her breasts where just a hint of nipple was exposed.
"I see that you are still entertaining the guys at the club," he said.
Debbie just laughed a little and reminded him that he liked it. She had her head turned to one side most of the time as he continued to kiss her lightly on the neck, his fingers lightly caressing her breasts.
He slipped his hand inside the right cup of the bra, cupping it fully before massaging the nipple with his fingers. She moaned lightly and pushed back against him.
"It's been a long ten days," she said. He answered by slipping the straps off her shoulders and lowering the bra from her breasts. Susan could see perfectly well and thought to herself that she hoped she would have breasts like that at Debbie's age and after two children. They were even larger than Susan had imagined and were perfect.
Debbie moaned slightly and tried to find his lips. Strangely, Susan was able to relate with her to some degree. Those same fingers had filled her senses with undisciplined pleasure less than two weeks ago. Unlike Susan, though, Debbie had no reason to be quiet and her noises escalated as the teasing increased. His soft manipulations became rough as he pinched her nipples harder and pulled them out away from her chest.
Debbie began a slight grinding of her hips as she tried to push back against him. When he stopped the fondling long enough to discard her bra, she sighed softly. He leaned her back and went to her breasts with his mouth, going from one to the other. Even though his head blocked Susan's view of the actual contact, Debbie's enjoyment was obvious as her mouth opened slightly and her eyes closed while she emitted little sounds. Her arms went around his neck when he alternated between her breasts and her lips, burying his mouth in her neck at times.
His mouth never left her when his hand went down and slowly slid the bottom of her outfit off. It was a one piece that was a panty and skirt combination and she lifted her hips to accommodate him, exposing the rest of her body. Susan had never seen such raw exposure as this. It was so different from seeing somebody naked in a locker room.
Keith laid his body across her stomach so that Debbie couldn't possible see past him to where Susan was. His eyes moved away from the mirror, looking instead straight into the darkened closet where he could barely see Susan in the shadow.
His hands went to Debbie's legs and slowly started that slow, sensual trip up that Susan well remembered. Just inches above her knee he looked back again into the mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of Susan off guard. Hopefully he could entice her to come forward, to open the door just a little so that he could see her better.
The trapped Susan was in turmoil, caught in a situation she was desperate to escape yet somehow finding the scene just feet away too bazaar, too much of interest to just ignore. It was this frame of mind that allowed her to unknowingly accommodate a hopeful Keith.
She cheated, carefully pushing the door just a tiny bit open. She had a better view but still thought there was little chance that either of them could see her.
And what she saw with her improved vision was Debbie's hips moving in a large, circular motion.
Debbie circled her ass and responded to Keith's touch. She was on an incredible high. It all felt so-o-o-o good to her. Some of it was from the attention Keith was giving her but deep down she knew what was exciting her most was the side show she knew she was providing. She smiled. She was in debt and between her and Keith all bets required payment in full. This time her payment was pushing eroticism to the limit.
For Susan it was all getting to be too much. The entrapment that had become an inquisitive curiosity was slowly developing into anticipation. Where was this going? Her unwanted situation was slowly taking a different direction.
Keith would be her benefactor, would provide her an erotic fuel that would be so volatile that it couldn't be prevented from eventually igniting. He made sure that Susan had an unabated view while his hands teased, delivering Debbie the pleasure that couldn't be missed. When he finally reached her crotch, instead of touching it he used a little pressure on the insides of her legs so that she would open them wider.
He slowly spread her labia wide and even through the mirror Susan could see an exposed glistening woman, her clitoris erect. Susan caught her breath. She'd seen a few porno movies before, but this was different, so raw! Did she look like that when she was aroused?
When he started a slow circular massage of that anxious clit Debbie just wailed, moving her head from side to side. He never stopped watching for Susan through the crack in the door, disappointed that there were only fleeting glimpses of her. That was too bad for him.
If he could have seen into the hidden darkness he would have seen Susan standing near the door, her entire body shaking and breathing hard. He would have mentally nodded with approval before again tantalizing Susan even more by going back to play with Debbie's pussy. Debbie was moaning loudly, her hips now a constant fluid movement. It was a perfect synchronization, his fingers and mouth and her hip movement.
It suddenly slowed and then stopped. With a smug look into the closet he withdrew his hands from Debbie long enough to stand up, face away from the closet, and undo his shorts to slide them off. It wasn't an accident that he had his back to Susan as he did so. Suddenly he turned. The tingle that had slowly grown within Susan instantly turned to electricity when he turned to face her. If you could hear somebody's eyes open wide, hers would have been a clap of thunder!
Stupid things come into your mind at the strangest times. Susan thought about all those "big dick' stories the girls in her dorm told late at night, but she always blew them off as just that...stories. But this was not a penis. This was not an erection. This was a COCK!! She never dreamed a man could be so massive. She instinctively looked back at Debbie's open crotch and immediately gave her credit for being able to accept that log on a nightly basis. Would that event be heaven or hell?
