Susan shook her gorgeous long blonde wavy hair and looked in her full-sized mirror: she looked absolutely stunning in a lace plunge teddy that was open from her cleavage down to her waist. She twirled quickly in the mirror to confirm her sexiness to herself.
She then strolled outside her house to the hidden honeymoon bathing area in her backyard. The area was covered by palm trees so that nosy neighbors with telescopes couldn't spy on them. Hidden within was a small grass pagoda with a multi-shower system, and on the outside was a giant jacuzzi, which lay within a miniature pond that connected to their swimming pool. Within that lake was a small rowboat whose interior was a waterproof rubber mattress.
Her husband Michael, who was bathing in the jacuzzi, stared at her in awe and lust as she walked towards him in only her selected lingerie. As she approached, he took her hand and guided her to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi by their private pond.
"You think Martin misses me? It's been over two weeks since our last date," noted Susan.
"I miss you if it's been over two minutes," retorted her husband, adding "don't let it get to your head, beautiful, but you are the type of woman guys cannot get out of their heads."
He had a fair point, Susan thought. East Asian men would rarely even have a chance to talk to a woman like her. She was doing her Chinese boyfriend a huge favor in that sense, and he in turn treated her with enthusiastic consent and appreciation. For a moment, she felt sorry for Martin, realizing once Michael's psychological issues were over and he could get hard all on his own, she would be cutting him off for good.
Susan resolved to herself that her family would remain a part of Martin's life to help him achieve his full attention. With that final thought, she turned to her husband Michael and said:
"Ready to call him yet? Remember I'll be ovulating probably next week so we should find a way to lure him over here now."
"I think if we promise to help him with his studies, plus some reward dates, he will come," responded her husband. He then reached for his phone and pressed some buttons to make a FaceTime call to his wife's boyfriend.
After a few rings, Martin answered the call. As usual, he was alone in his condo, seated at his study desk, with his microscope visible on the FaceTime screen.
"Hi, Dr. Feather," Martin answered politely.
"Please Martin, call me Michael," responded Susan's husband. Then he turned his phone camera on his gorgeous wife, lying in lingerie along the edge of the jacuzzi and pond, with a single toe dipped into the water.
Susan turned and looked into the phone and smiled; she could see Martin's eyes wide open at the sight of her gorgeous body lying exposed within her lingerie for his enjoyment. She tested her control by bringing her foot back on the ledge and bending her knees so her knees were off the ledge; she enjoyed seeing his eyes focus on her legs. Good, Susan thought to herself; her boyfriend seemed to really miss fooling around with her.
First, she pressed him for another date, again on a Saturday morning, to which he easily agreed. Then she asked about him coming over every week so her husband could tutor him, which he felt unsure about as he didn't want to intrude on them. Susan then backed off, stating they could discuss the matter further on their date.
While discussing his academic progress and upcoming exams, Michael swam over and began licking and nibbling her legs, which kept Martin's eyes glued on them. It probably helped sway Martin from refusing the tutoring so definitively as he used to.
Susan figured that by the end of her Saturday morning date with Martin, he would agree to tutor under Michael. After arrangements for the date were confirmed, Michael disconnected the FaceTime call.
Susan woke up early on Saturday morning and quickly shaved her legs and her vulva, to remove all her pubic hair. She wanted to look good on her date, and she picked a purple scalloped lace thong which was nothing more than a three-centimeter wide ribbon she wore between her thighs to cover only her slit and her ass crack. Afterward, she put on the matching bra and looked at herself in the mirror; she was a sight to see with long and now straight golden blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a lean fit body.
Satisfied that Martin would enjoy seeing her in her underthings, Susan put on a tight-collared white T-shirt that accentuated her breasts up, and a pair of sexy tight yoga shorts that showed off her sculpted buttocks. She then walked barefoot over to her husband, who was still lying in bed, slowly waking up.
"You like?" she asked, bending over so her husband's eyes would focus on her firm buttocks and toned thighs.
It worked like a charm, as Susan felt Michael's hand grasp a butt check, fondling it, then slide down the back of her thigh. As his hand made its way up the other thigh, she straightened herself up and smiled at him:
"You will get it all once I get back. Make sure you get all the sleep you need so you are awake and ready."
With that, Susan jogged excitedly to the side foyer, selected a pair of sandals, and put them on quickly. She then opened the door to her garage as well as the garage door itself, hopped into her trusted Mercedes Benz, and backed out onto the driveway. From there she sent a quick text message to Martin to indicate she was on the way.
Susan sped off, excited to see her boyfriend after a two-week hiatus. She wanted to push the intimacy up a notch plus convince him to spend time every week with them as she was ovulating and didn't want to miss the opportunity for her husband to impregnate her. Plus she also wanted to ensure that Martin remained focused on his studies; she didn't want to ruin his life for a short-term fling.
This time she arrived quickly at their pre-arranged meeting place, which was closer to her home and further from Martin's medical school; she deliberately selected this intersection as it was very quiet. Even though she was confident this was the last time she would go pick him up, she had to take extra precautions so that no one noticed the luxury car that picked up the young Chinese medical student every Saturday morning. Her reputation was important and being a former Victoria's Secret Angel she could bring really bad publicity onto her husband, a world-renowned neurosurgeon.
As expected, Martin was standing in the parking lot, wearing his trademark short-sleeved shirt and shorts. He waved shyly at her as she quickly pulled into the nearest parking spot and stopped the car.