After our last adventure (see Skydiver Sue: Sue fucks a co-worker) just last Friday night, Sue was surprisingly chatty, by text, that is..
"Did you enjoy last night?" She asked me, sometime on Wednesday.
"Sure, you were fun. I liked you teasing poor Fred when you were in the bath."
It always pays to pay her compliments, any compliment, it doesn't matter.
"But, did you enjoy watching Fred fuck me?"
Before I could answer:
"Of course you did. That's why you enjoyed watching your wifey fuck all those guys for years.
"You get off watching those willies slide into my tight little pussy, don't you?"
I had a meet and greet date that night, so I let it slide.
Surprisingly, she let me let it slide.
"So I suppose you want to do that again, sometime?" Sue asked in a text next day, Thursday.
I thought about that for most of the day, and eventually replied, "Just the two of us would be nice."
"That's a bit rich, coming from you," she quickly wrote back.
She had a point, I know.
"It's your fault I'm getting to like more than one willy to choose from. So do you want to do that again, or not?"
I paused, thinking...
After all, it really wasn't my fault. It was just a slip-up on my part that even alerted her to my swinging past when, early in our online communication, before we had even met, she had asked to see my private pics on the dating site we both used at the time.
I warned her it was just a couple of dick pics and she said, fine, she'll reciprocate in kind.
That wasn't what I meant, but, hey, I'll take it!
Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that one pic with two naked, smiling ladies kneeling at my feet, looking up at me, running their tongues over my erect shaft. My balls were scrunched up, as though ready to ejaculate and spray semen over their faces and hair.
But, to my great surprise and relief, it didn't put her off, and next text was a pic of her relaxing in her bath, followed, soon after by an explicit close up of her pussy. She was fit and slim with nice sized breasts and lovely nipples that always seemed erect.
"Is one of those women your wife?" she had then asked.
I had to reply in the affirmative, and she never really let go of that revelation, that I and my (now ex) wife were swingers.
For example, when we were together in her bath one day, Sue asked if I'd like to take her to a swingers' club. I said only if she really wanted to go, otherwise I wasn't especially keen. After all, it had come to generate some unwelcome tension in my former marital relationship,
But she pestered until I said I'd take her, just for her to take a peek at the lifestyle.
"You realise, if you take me, I might accidentally fall on another man's willy."
She correctly guessed that would excite me, and it was completely typical of her to try to reverse the situation, to make it appear my doing, not hers.
But I remained calm and simply said,:
"Only one? Well, tell me when you want to go," and left it at that.
But very shortly, she chortled and pointed at my growing cock peeking above the water level as evidence that, yes, her suggested scenario excited me.
For me, though, it really wasn't all that simple. My feelings towards her had grown, and I truly just wanted her to myself.
It's not my fault if my body betrays me.
Anyway, she never did choose a night, although she often mentioned, disparagingly, my swinging past in casual conversations, even to her friends.
But back to Thursday and that question: Do I want to do it again?
I confess I didn't know how to reply, so I didn't. Truth is, I was torn. Time had moved on and she had finally, enthusiastically, embraced a degree of sexual freedom, albeit strictly on her terms.
But, to be brutally honest, each time she took another man's penis into into her lovely mouth or her captivating vagina, I winced inside, just a little.
This was a new and discomfiting feeling, for me. I think she knew that and enjoyed turning the screws, so to speak.
Yes, she was a mean one, alright!
She was everything I could want in a woman, from her hair to her toes, but she had a mean streak the apocryphal mile wide.
Friday came, and a message from Sue pinged its way into my phone a little after midday.
"Do you want a soak in a hot tub later? Maggie has just got one and said we can use it this evening."
"OK"
"They won't be there. It'll just be us and she said it's very private."
"OK."
"Pick me up at 6 sharp."
"OK."
"Stop saying OK."
"OK."
"Shower first."
"Yes, Miss."
"Good boy."
So things were looking good for a one on one with my sexy Sue.
But you and I both know that won't be the way it pans out, don't we?
I duly picked Sue up, she dressed in her usual jeans and a nice sweater. Much the same as myself. A little bounce under her sweater as she walked to the car made me think she was sans bra. Very nice.
After a short trip though some local streets, we arrived at the house and entered through the side gate, which had been left unlocked for us, and the hot tub was right there, sunk into the ground, flush with the lawn. A very classy set up, I observed.
After removing the cover, we stripped and hopped straight in. As I suspected, Sue wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits looked gorgeous, and her nipples were fully erect in the coolish evening air. She had brought a couple of towels, thankfully, as I forgot. Night had fallen, just, but there was plenty of reflected street lighting.
Sue was happy relaxing in the warm water, and I knew better than to make any advances. I always let her make the first move. Better that than be slapped away!
Then her phone dinged. She quickly shook the excess water from her hands and picked it up.
She looked at her message, chuckled, and said, "Oh shit."
In response to my raised eyebrow, she added, "It's Paul, he messaged yesterday that he was visiting and he'd pop in sometime to touch up my rose."
This was the rose tattooed on her front, near her right hip, very low. So low if the didn't keep that area hairless, it would be partly obscured by her pubic hair. It had looked good but was ageing now and the red and green colours were visibly fading.
Her tattooist, Paul, had moved to another city, but evidently was back in town, visiting.
She paused, then continued, "He didn't say when and I forgot about him."
"Now he's on my bloody doorstep. I don't know why he didn't tell me he was coming over tonight."
She sighed and stared at her phone, deep in thought, eventually tapping out a reply.
Quickly, her phone dinged for new incoming.
"OK," she said, matter-of-factly, "He's coming over here. No need for us to cut our soak short."
She saw me looking at her somewhat pensively.
Laughing at me, she asked, "Are you worried about missing out?"
I didn't know how I could reply to that without getting an earful, either way.
As always, Sue filled the silence by going on the offensive.
"Or is it that I'm naked?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
Shaking her head at that thought, she said, firmly, "Well, don't be fucking stupid, think about it, he did the tattoo. And he does great massages. He's seen it all before. All."
Given the proximity to her labia of the stalk of her rose tattoo, I suppose she was right.
I couldn't help wondering if they'd fucked, since he'd "seen it all."
She smiled her coy smile, told me to sit up on the edge of the pool, moved to between my legs and proceeded to give me oral.
My dick quickly responded and I forgot all about tormenting myself over whether Paul had fucked her or not, or how many times, if any.
The rattle as the gate was unlatched and opened gave us both a start, and I made to pull away. But Sue wrapped her arms around my buttocks and kept right on bobbing her head as Paul, brown skinned, big and beefy, entered the yard.
