Well, another one for Loving Wives! In anticipation of the reaction... Thanks to Sulk, Azure Dreams, ChocolateHarlot, Bootgrrl, and the others. Thanks for the help along the way. Thanks to Impressive for the quick typo check and edit. Any remaining errors are due entirely to my own impatience to get submitted, and my own sheer stupidity! Ok, over to the Loving Wives, faithful for your reaction. If you're going to comment, please have the minerals to identify yourself since the anonymous thing is a real drag. In the main, I hope you enjoy 'Susie' as much as I have during the writing. Geronimo.
The thrill of anticipation caused Susie to shiver involuntarily, and as she clipped the strap of her garter belt to her stocking top, a vivid image of a naked Anton burst across her mind. Susie felt her insides melt and her nipples pucker with deliciously wicked thoughts of the depraved and wanton acts she would be party to very shortly. She hoped fervently that Anton would be using his tongue and fingers on her delicate vulva, and then ultimately spearing her clenching cunt with his large, thick penis.
Susie finished her preparations and applied some minute touches to her coiffure and make up. She smoothed the tight, flattering skirt over her hips and regarded herself in the full length mirror.
Just as she'd smiled with satisfaction at her reflection, Susie heard the doorbell sounding down below on the ground floor. Once again the knife edge of wicked anticipation sliced through her body, and Susie felt the slight trickle of her arousal seep into the gusset of her lacy thong. Susie heard muted male voices below. She vaguely heard her husband's voice and then recognised Anton's deep-toned response.
For a blink of a moment Susie wavered. Was she doing the right thing? She was about to embark on a journey that held huge implications for both her and her marriage. Susie hadn't entered into this situation lightly, and the decision hadn't been an easy one for her to make, not by any stretch of the imagination. But now, poised on the edge of the abyss, Susie steeled her resolve; after all, she was potentially getting a far better deal than her poor husband. Anton was a superb physical specimen of a man, exactly the sort of man that could turn Susie's head. He was the epitome of confident sophistication. Well spoken, intelligent, immaculately groomed and supremely confident, just Susie's cup of tea, and of course, their current situation had been entirely her husband's fault.
With that thought, Susie made her way down the grand spiral staircase that led downstairs to the reception room, and to where she knew Anton would be waiting.
Ah, Susan Her husband's voice sounded a trifle higher than usual, which betrayed his nervousness. His nerves were completely justified when you consider he was about to hand his wife of ten years over to another man for the evening. He knew precisely what was about to pass between Anton and his wife. He had been torturing himself with the mental picture of Susie upstairs on the marital bed, divested of most of her clothing, and with Anton introducing his stiffness to her dripping sex.
Anton had his back to the door as Susie entered, but turned when he heard her name. Susie's guts coiled with increasing desire when she saw Anton's eyes flicker over her figure. She watched him intently as he lingered for a moment in obvious appreciation of her stocking clad legs, and she saw the smile of appreciation curl the corners of his 'oh so kissable' mouth. Even as Anton approached her, Susie felt more of her juice trickle from her treacherous opening. It turned her already damp gusset sodden.
Susie took Anton's proffered hand and turned her cheek for his kiss. 'Susan,' he smiled. 'You look absolutely ravishing my dear. Truly gorgeous.'
Susie felt her cheeks burn with the compliment, she was sure Anton could smell musk of her desire caused by her molten centre, and she was relieved to hear her husband ask if she wanted a drink, at least that took the attention off her momentarily. 'Yes,' she faltered slightly. 'Yes please,' she replied, and took the glass gratefully.
'Anton's completed the plan,' her husband said, 'and I must say on the surface it looks very comprehensive.
Susie found the whole situation rather surreal. It was as though she was watching a TV play, or a movie. Here they were, three civilised, cultured people, and the talk was about business plans and financial wheeler dealing. All the time though, there was the almost tangible, underlying reason for Anton's presence. The almost physical manifestation of the tension that she felt; that the two men must also surely feel; which was that although Anton's work was vital to the very survival of her husband's business interests, the primary reason for him being in her house that evening was to fuck Susie.
Her husband had, by a combination of bad luck and bad management, allowed his business to sail close to the rocky shore of bankruptcy. He had enlisted the help of Anton in an effort to helm away from troubled waters, and as part of the negotiation process Anton had named carnal knowledge of the luscious Susie as part of his fee.
At first, when her husband broached the delicate subject, Susie had been shocked by the suggestion. However, as shocking as the suggestion was, Susie also felt the flame of lust fire through her body almost immediately. The forbidden aspect excited her beyond words, and Susie was very soon in a private fantasy world of sordid imaginings.
It had become a pastime of hers during the long mornings to masturbate with her variety of sex toys when her husband had left for his office, and of course Anton soon became the central character of her fantasy sessions. With her comprehensive selection of vibrators and dildos, Susie would picture Anton taking her confidently in various positions. Her joy was sublime when she pictured the scene and pushed a rubber cock into her syrupy sex. She found that she climaxed intensely when she used a thick phallic simulator deep inside herself, and at the same time used a small, angrily buzzing vibrator on her eager, attentive clit.
As her husband and Anton began to concentrate on business matters, Susie found herself on the periphery of their attention. She settled back into the comfortable embrace of the large leather chair and watched the two men with interest. She focussed mainly upon Anton, and when she saw his handsome face crease with intelligence, Susie felt her body responding to the physical yearning that was smouldering just behind the thin crust of her civilised façade.
'Well then, ' Anton said finally. 'I hope you find all of the details are covered,' he turned his smile to Susie and continued. 'Now there's just the matter of my …fee.'
Susie's clit throbbed and the muscles inside her clenched at the implication behind Anton's words. She looked at her husband who was standing close by, an uncertain smile on his face.
