Steve watched Susan as she slept in the passenger seat next to him. He hoped this red light would last a little longer as he admired the firmness of the back of her thighs. She was laying with her feet and legs tucked up on to the space between them and the tight and very short shorts had snugged up nicely into the folds of her ass and crotch. He felt himself salivating as he stroked his hand along her smooth skin.
As his arm moved he couldn't help but notice the muscles of his own arm rippling. Having been a competitive athlete in college, he was proud that he had been diligent in keeping in shape. He didn't think of himself as narcissistic, but he was glad he took enough pride in his looks to do the hard work to keep in top shape. He had a nagging fear that if he didn't, his sexy wife would find some stud who did.
Susan was in to sex and he remembered the first time he saw her. She was literally dancing on a table at a frat party. She was a hot little freshman chick with a tight ass and great tits. All she had on was a pair of bikini panties and a very wet t-shirt. It was lust at first sight for him, but he doubted she would give him the time of day.
Just by luck, she lost her balance and fell off the table, right in to his arms. One of his buddies said that since Steve caught her, she was his for the rest of the night. She just smiled and draped her arms across his muscular shoulders and snuggled her face into his chest. She reeked of beer and tobacco and she was wet and sticky, but his cock was delighted by his good fortune. He carried her up to his room in the house and placed her on his bed. Since he was a senior, he had a private room and he locked the door. She sat up on the bed and whipped off her shirt. Her firm 34C tits jiggled and he was fascinated by the total lack of tan-lines. It was August and he expected tan-lines since her skin was a golden color that told him she had spent the summer in the sun. She tossed the shirt on to the floor and slipped her panties off. Steve was amazed that she had no tan-lines on her hips either. She sat back against his pillows; her elbows resting on the bed and one leg drawn up slightly. He literally drooled when he saw that her pussy was shaved. It was the first bare pussy he had ever seen except in magazines. She smiled the mellow smile of drunkenness and then slipped down the bed and fell asleep.
In the morning he awoke with her bare body pressed against him. She was kissing him on the neck and her legs were wrapped around his thigh. He could feel her pubic bone bumping against him as she rocked in a sexual rhythm, still asleep. Steve was a gentleman, even though his cock didn't want to be. He just held her and enjoyed the sensation of her body humping against his. A few minutes later she opened her arms and pushed back.
"Who the hell are you?"
"My name is Steve. Who are you?"
She kissed his pec. "Steve, huh? You're cute. Did we fuck last night?"
"No, you were drunk and you passed out so I just let you sleep."
"You wanna fuck now?"
What could he say? No? This hot little 18-year-old beauty wanted to know if he wanted to fuck and he was going to say no? Not likely. So they fucked. It wasn't a great fuck. He had only fucked two girls before and yet his cock was in control now. He had to piss and so the sensations were just too intense. In just a few minutes of spasmodic thrashing his load volleyed from his shaft and filled her hot pussy. Still, she kissed him tenderly and snuggled against him again.
"I like you Steve. We'll have to do that again sometime."
She drifted off to sleep again. Later that day as she borrowed one of his t-shirts and a pair of workout shorts he learned her name was Susan.
There was the brief toot of a car horn and Steve looked up in time to notice the car next to him starting to move. The light had changed and he quickly shifted the RX8 up through the gears. He stole another glance at his wife, wondering how he had managed to keep her all these years.
Their relationship had not really blossomed that first year. They occasionally ran into each other at school and Susan came by the frat house for parties but Susan was a little too wild for him. He remembered always feeling a little threatened by her beauty and sexuality. When he was around her he felt like a pretender who was about to be discovered at any minute. She was too hot, too pretty and too crazy to be interested in him. He wondered if at some time she would break into laughter and let him know that she only talked to him because she was bored. He dated other girls and she played the field pretty vigorously.
But several years later they started seeing each other more regularly. She had calmed down a little after one of her regular guy pals had died of liver disease. Suddenly she realized that mild mannered Steve was a pretty good friend. He was level headed and he could be fun, and he had been a gentleman that first night. Maybe he really was the kind of guy she should keep around for a while.
To Steve, being with Susan was a little like playing with firecrackers. It was a little scary but every night when you realized you still had all of your fingers left there was a sort of exhilaration. He wasn't always comfortable with the way it made him feel when she acted crazy, but it saved him from the boring existence he might otherwise have. He liked that his wife was so animated and outgoing. He kind of got used to the fact that they always seemed to be the center of attention at parties and gatherings, although he knew that it was she that was the center of attention, he was just a hanger-on.
When they got married her parents had given them a week in the Poconos at some secluded resort. Susan was the life of the party every night and Steve suspected that more than a couple of honeymoons were somewhat disrupted by her almost outrageous behavior and the obvious appreciation of the young husbands. She never lacked a dance partner that entire stay.
Steve thought about the coming two-week vacation with Susan's friends. He was looking forward to spending some time with Jaqi, his favorite of Susan's buddies. Because they had both been athletes, they shared a special bond, somewhat heightened by their commitment to physical fitness. They had often worked out together. They gently pushed each other to try a little harder, do one more set or at least another rep or two. He kind of blushed to himself thinking of how he had, on more than one occasion, worn short workout togs and no jock or underwear, hoping Jaqi would peek up his shorts and be impressed with his endowments while he spotted her bench press. Jaqi never mentioned anything, but he thought he had noticed her nipples harden a few times. Steve often thought that if he hadn't hooked up with Susan it would have been nice to hook up with Jaqi. Her tight little body and bouncy step always fascinated him. He loved that she almost always wore skintight workout clothes. On the odd occasion that she actually wore sweats she still looked good. But he strongly preferred the other look.
He always took advantage of every opportunity to touch her; patting her on the back or rubbing her shoulders after a workout. Once he had even patted her ass, like a football coach pats a player. There was an electric jolt on his hand when he realized what he had done. She turned to him and smiled, but didn't say anything. He liked the firmness of her toned body, he liked the intense look in her eyes as they paced each other around the running track, the fluid movement of her limbs as she ran, and he loved the way she smelled.
One time Steve and Jaqi had gone to her old gym and he helped her up to the parallel bar and as he lifted her by her waist the tresses of her hair flowed across his face. He was momentarily smothered by the fragrance of her hair and he wanted to kiss her shoulder. It had been just an instant but he remembered it still. He liked that she was so physical and yet totally feminine. She always seemed to be touching him. He didn't know if she was flirting or just a touchy person, but he liked it either way. But even with Jaqi he felt a bit of insecurity. He wondered if she shared any of his feelings. He wondered if they would even be friends if anything happened to Susan.
Steve glanced at Susan again. Now she was sitting up, but still dozing. He marveled at the swell of her breasts as they jiggled with the slight bumps in the road. Steve liked the deep scoop neck of the top she was wearing and was somewhat relieved that she wouldn't be wearing it to play tennis or golf. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra and he liked that.
He knew the other guys would like that too, especially Mario, Maria's husband and Jaqi's husband Mandrake's cousin.
On more than one occasion he had noticed Mario openly ogling Susan. Mario thought of himself as something of a Latin Lover and he made no effort to conceal his lecherous side. And Susan was at least his match. She had it and she had no trouble flaunting it. She often fired innuendos and entendres back and forth, shaking her ass or her tits for emphasis. Where Steve felt a little guilty for touching Jaqi's butt, Mario had no qualms at all about touching Susan's. When they played golf Mario always made a point to hug the girls when they dropped a putt or hit a nice drive. He let his hands roam freely across their asses and even was so bold as to reach a couple of fingers up the hem of their shorts to pinch a little cheek whenever he got the chance. And the girls all seemed to love it. Steve realized that he liked Mario least of all.
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Mario entered the kitchen where Mandrake and Maria were setting out the ingredients to one of their famous salads. He picked up a large ripe tomato and hefted it as he would a baseball. He even made a time-lapse pitching motion with it.
He slid his arm around his wife, nudging her with the crotch of his shorts. "Besame chica." He almost whispered in her ear. His deep soft voice was sultry, like something from a cheap movie. She turned and they kissed. He squeezed her ass with his free hand.
"Ay dios, Mario." She said. "Can't you see we're busy? We got knives and other sharp things here, you could get hurt!" She playfully shifted her body away from his grasp.
"Hey, Mandrake. Do you know what a ripe tomato and woman have in common?"
