AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another in a series of two sexy older female friends subjugating one of their husband's to prolonged sexual agony, each taking turns on him separately, with prior knowledge and approval of both!
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Jared snoozed on his commute home on the train, never an easy thing to do at peak times with elbow-to-elbow seating. But he dozed as best he could, hoping Beth, his wife, would remember to pick him up.
He'd left his car at the shop the day before for necessary buy annoying repairs. Jared always parked in the commuter lot and hated relying on others for rides, especially Beth. She was very busy in her real estate job and he didn't like imposing. But of all the rides he could get, he looked forward to hers the most. At 61, his wife was still a knockout, a lithe, lean, very sexual blonde who turned him on more than any woman possibly could.
Except, as it had happened recently, for Susan, Beth's best friend, also 61. For awhile now, Susan had taken to seducing Jared - in the same house as Beth or other uncomfortable proximity - teasing him relentlessly, blowing him, fucking him, all with Beth a room or two away.
And worse, at those times, Beth, when Susan was out of the room, did the same to him. All he knew, was it was driving him nuts. All he didn't know is that it was a continuing devious plan of the interminably sexual grannies.
Jared's train squealed into the stop and as he stepped off, his cell chimed with a text notification. He looked at it at the same time he tried spotting Beth's car in the long line of others waiting for their passengers.
"Honey, I'm so sorry, but I had something at the office I had to do and can't make it..."
Jared groaned, stopping in his tracks, dropping the hand with the phone to his side. A burly man looking at his own cell phone bumped into him from behind.
"Christ, buddy, pay attention," the man groused, walking around him. "Stay off the fucking phone while you're walking."
"Yeah, sorry," Jared said without sincerity.
The phone chimed again.
"But don't worry, I had Susan come get you. Be nice to her, she's doing us a HUGE favor!"
He groaned again, for vastly different reasons. Just then he heard a horn honk and looked down the row of cars. There was Susan, looking gorgeous as always, standing in the sun roof of her Beemer, smiling and waving. Her tits, in her low-cut sun dress, shone in the bright late-afternoon light.
"Hey baby!" she cried out. "Over here!"
Jared stopped and looked and considered phoning a cab, but then shambled over to the car. Susan sat down, opening the passenger door. Jared nervously slipped in. She smiled, and leaned over to grab his hair and plant her lips on his, forcing her tongue halfway down his throat.
"Jesus Christ, Susan, please!" he protested, breaking the kiss as she sat back and laughed.
"S'matter baby, can't handle me?" she giggled, slipping her skirt up her supple, tanned thighs, drawing his gaze. "Can ya handle these?"
He groaned again. The last time they were together, at Susan's house where he'd gone under the pretext the girls worked out to fix her furnace, the afternoon ended with she and Beth taking turns putting Jared in scissor holds with their thighs to see who could make him pass out quickest. In Susan's last turn, he'd lost control and cum in his pants, much to his wife's chagrin and anger.
He looked at those thighs and remembered the pain and pleasure. Susan saw the look.
"Wanna get in there again, baby, for a quick squeeze?" she laughed, slapping her meaty thighs together with a fleshy clap and locking her feet, the muscles in her amazingly strong legs bulging beneath the smooth, tanned skin.
"No, please!" he said, looking away. "Let's just...drive, ok? And...well, thanks for the lift..."
"Oh, lift it will be," she sighed, roaring out of the parking lot.
They drove in silence until they got on the highway, Jared nervously awaiting whatever she would do, and he imagined she would do something. Whenever they were alone, she did, and sure enough once on the open road Susan suddenly reached for Jared's hand, pulling it between her thighs despite his struggle to stop her. She stuffed his fingers into her hairy, wet pussy - she was wearing no panties.
"Oh for the love of God, Susan, please!" he moaned as she forced his fingers into her dripping hole.
"Just finger me baby, that's all, small price to pay for a ride," she laughed releasing his hand with hers and closing those thighs around it. "I swear, that's all I want...then you'll be back with the wife, she can finish you off..."
He sighed and fingered her, his right hand in her trembling thighs, leaning awkwardly over the low console to do it as she continued to drive, moaning more loudly as his index and middle finger sawed in and out of her cunt, his thumb diddling her clit. He worked hard, anxious to get it over with, trying to ignore the throbbing boner he was now sporting and hating himself for it.
"This won't do," she said, pulling his hand out and keeping her eye on the road as she grabbed his hair and pulled his head down. "THIS will!"
She lifted her right thigh and slipped his face under, draping the meaty hamstring over it and pinning him to the seat, his face conveniently right at her hairy pussy. He couldn't believe how quickly she'd imprisoned him and his back ached from the twisted position he was forced into. He opened his mouth to protest and she slithered forward a bit, burying his face sideways in her hirsute, musky snatch.
"Been a long day, baby, don't mind the smell," she giggled. "Now lick...lick it, lick my pussy!"
"But Sus..." He tried to say before she pressed her thigh down harder, crushing his head and punching her hips forward, forcing her hairy pussy into his mouth.
He had no choice but to snake his tongue out, skewering her soaking-wet hole and now she lifted her other leg, sliding him in closer, pinning his head with the backs of both thighs. Her foot came off the gas in the awkward position, but she just used cruise control to keep going, weaving in and out of traffic fluidly.
"Christ...Susan...can't breathe..." he groaned from the prison of her legs and pussy. "You'll...fucking get us...killed!"
"Then tongue fuck me baby, and get your job done!" she laughed.
He did, the best he could, and now with one hand Susan played with her pussy, her cunt tightening around Jared's plunging tongue, her juices soaking his face and running into his mouth to be swallowed down. She was close, he felt, as the hole gripped his tongue more tightly and she swiveled her slim hips, grinding against his trapped face.
He couldn't hear much with his left ear trapped under her ass, the other against the seat, but did hear the unmistakable deep blast of a semi next to them, followed by Susan's laugher.
