With Michael's ability to hold his erections decreasing, he and Susan realized they would have to speed up the pace at which Martin would feel comfortable being alone with just the two of them. They decided to change the time of their dates so that Susan could have more alone time with him.
Susan once again prepared for another FaceTime call with Martin, this time in the middle of the week, hopefully, to arrange another date. She was pretty sure Martin would not be opposed to the idea of some more car seat foreplay with her sexy, beautiful blonde self, she did not want to hurt his grades. Both she and Michael were dedicated to ensuring that Martin would graduate from medical school and get into one of the higher-paying specialties; her husband even asked her if she would mind if he mentored Martin in neurology. Susan wasn't opposed to the idea as that would keep Martin around long enough so she could have multiple children if her husband still needed her boyfriend to manifest an erection.
This time she settled on a hot pink lace thong teddy, which had an open criss-cross strappy front panel to show off her flat stomach. After some styling, she decided to let some of her long blonde wavy hair fall forward over her breasts, while the rest went back down to her shoulder blades.
She stepped out of her walk-in closet and posed for her husband, who could only stare at her, mouth wide open. Susan was the type of woman that every woman wanted to be, and every man wanted to be with her, and she knew it. She walked over to Michael, who was sitting on their bed only in his boxers and sat on his lap. Her husband lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist and began to nuzzle his nose through her hair.
Susan then picked up their tablet from the nearby console table and made the FaceTime call to Martin, holding it up close so only their faces were visible. Martin answered after a few rings, and as usual, was alone in his condo studying.
As they began their small talk, Michael began to massage Susan's shoulders gently and asked Martin how his midterms went. When Martin insisted he scored straight A's, Susan demanded that he bring the proof to their date Saturday morning, placing their tablet on the nightstand, so that both she and her husband were in full view, while her husband's hands slid down the outside of her arms. On the tablet, they noticed Martin's eyes widen with awe at the beautiful and sexy blonde wife wearing lingerie better than most professional models.
Soon Michael's hands were feeling the top of Susan's thighs, while she gently warned Martin to continue to focus on his studies, threatening him with fewer dates. Martin managed to nod obediently as his eyes longingly followed her husband's hands. Her husband's hands soon reached Susan's loins, lecherously rubbing the skin between her thighs and the thong over her crotch. His fingers continued their up-and-down rubbing motion, gently pushing the thong thinner, and exposing more of Susan's loins for Martin to see.
Once her husband finally squished her thong inwards enough so his fingers could rub her inner labia lips, Susan began thrusting her groin against his fingers, breathing more heavily. As this continued, the conversation ended, and they both managed to wish Martin good night. Then Susan reached for the nightstand, leaning forward to disconnect the call, forcing her husband's fingers to penetrate between her labia lips. She moaned in delight as she hit the disconnect button, with Martin completely under her spell.
With the call over, Susan felt her husband's fingers slide into her aroused inner labia, exploring the area underneath her thong and teasing the opening of her love tunnel. Susan groaned in delight and Michael gently pulled her back to his lap while still stimulating her inner labia. Instead of sitting back on his lap, Susan lay back and rested her head on their bed, then wrapped her legs around his waist, ensuring her thighs were spread so her husband could continue playing with her loins.
Then Michael managed to push one finger into her vagina, causing her to cry out in wanton lust. Eager to escalate the foreplay, Susan reached into her husband's boxers, only to be disappointed when she found his penis still soft and flaccid. Using her fingers to fondle the bottom of his shaft, her thumb began rubbing his glans as she groaned to the stimulation of her husband's fingers.
Susan's breathing was increasing, and as her husband's fingers began to dip into her vagina, she used her legs to pull herself into his exploring digits to further the sensations of pleasure she was relishing. When she looked up at her husband, his face was a picture of frustration, and despite her best efforts, his penis remained lifeless.
Susan threw herself into his fingering, using her legs to thrust his fingers deep into her vagina, but it was to no avail. Although somewhat satisfying, she was not able to get herself close enough to orgasm. After an exhausting round of this, they both gave up and collapsed on the bed to rest.
Saturday morning arrived, and Susan quickly showered and ate breakfast as her husband slowly munched on his croissant while absorbing the morning news. She then rushed back to her makeup desk and brushed her hair into a neat, blonde, long, and wavy style. She decided against makeup and lipstick as she wanted to present her natural look on this date. Afterward, she did something she hadn't done in a very long time: she trimmed her pubic hairs into a thin neat landing strip. For some reason, she felt compelled to tweak her look to pique Martin's desire for her.
Next, she went into her giant walk-in closet and headed straight for the undergarments section. Susan prided herself as an extremely organized person and had partitioned her underwear into three sections: typical, presentable, and sexy. She only wore sexy for her husband, and Susan knew it might scare Martin off if he found something too sexy underneath her clothes; she would save the sexy lingerie for the day she would deflower him.
Instead, she settled upon a one-piece black lace lingerie babydoll, with the bra and middle line as see-through. The advantage of this piece was that it was attractive enough to excite a man but as the crotch area was closed off, it made penetration very difficult, so Susan would still have full control of the action on the date.
Then Susan rummaged through her casual dress section and picked a long-sleeved green striped loose white sweater, and paired it with a tiered frill mini skirt in beige that showed off her greatest assets: her legs. After a quick twirl to make sure everything looked right, Susan realized that she, being a tall, beautiful, blonde, leggy lingerie model, didn't need to do much to be irresistible to men. She had to admit she enjoyed checking herself out.
Susan then walked in front of her husband and did a slow twirl, to which he whistled his enthusiastic approval of her outfit. Pleased with his reaction, Susan slowly lifted her skirt while strolling towards her husband, and gently sat on his lap so Michael could get a good glimpse of the crotch of the babydoll she was wearing. Her husband naturally could not resist running his hand up her lower leg, over her knee and thigh, reaching underneath her skirt; Susan reached for his loins and sadly could not find an erection.
Giving her husband an affectionate kiss, she got up and selected a pair of white running shoes to wear, and stepped out the door into the garage. After hopping into her Mercedes Benz, she called Martin to let him know she was driving over to meet him, then opened the garage door and drove out.
She met her boyfriend Martin once again at the same spot, and after parking her car, again slowly got out, one leg at a time, to give him a good view. Once again, she took a little time to walk to the other side so he could admire her buttocks and legs in motion and beckoned him to drive. Susan sat down in the passenger seat, legs crossed and pointing towards the door.
