Sue Breas Lose

We were both in our underwear, getting dressed for the party. Susan was in her lacey black bra and panties, and her gorgeous figure was making me lose my concentration. Freshly showered, she was standing facing the mirror, with one hip cocked to the side, her head over to the other side. Her shiny, jet-black hair swayed as the brush stroked from the top of her head down to the bottom of her mane, by her elbow.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I whispered across the room, “You’re going to be a knockout at this party.” She looked in her mirror and smiled a wide, sloe-eyed smile. I knew we were due at the party in an hour, but her slender legs, wide hips and graceful full ass cheeks made my head a little foggy. “I’m getting stoned on you,” I said. Married for almost 15 years, I couldn’t believe how hot she still made me. The kids were already at Grammy’s, and the part was an entire hour away.

Still stroking her hair, she licked her pink tongue across her lower lip. “Don’t tease me, Gene,” she said. “You know I’m getting ready to go.”

I walked over to her side, and slowly leaned forward, not really touching her. The heat of her back made the bare skin of my chest tingle as I leaned near her shoulder blades. I gently ran my finger tips down the exposed right side of her neck, just as she finished another long stroke with the brush. I asked her with a smile, “Just how ready are you, anyway?”

She made a mock whimpering sound, and rocked her hips left and right. “You’re just playing with me…”

I couldn’t help but press my swelling pelvis against her, so that I nudged the small of her back. She rotated around and smiled, still brushing, but slowly now. “Watch out”, she said, and I knew what she meant. She rotated her hips again, and her pelvis ended up against my thigh. She leaned against me, and my whole crotch twitched. God, she’s sexy! Her eyelids slowly closed, and my left hand rose to cup her right breast gently. I started to close my thumb and forefinger over her nipple, through the lacey fabric. She lowered her face into the base of my throat and nuzzled me with her lips open.

Although I settled my right hand on the swell of her hip, I knew we had to quit, or we’d never make it to the party. She was clearly getting hot, and so was I.

Both of us wanted to see Tom and Liz, our friends who were giving the party. They were somewhat new friends, and we really like them. A little younger than us, they’re both easy and fun. Tonight their part was a typical, fun theme party. We didn’t want to leave them in the lurch, or to miss the fun. So I leaned back, and said softly, “Hey, we better take it easy, or we’ll miss the party.” She opened her eyes and smiled again, and then pressed her pelvis against my hip with some urgency, and said, “Ok, see you later, big boy”. She rolled her eyes in mock flirtation, and we both laughed. We were both aroused, and savoring the feeling. We kissed a nice long kiss, and we nipped each other’s lips with toothy little bites. A nice promise for a hot visit later.

We pulled apart and got dressed quickly. She surprised me by being ready in just a few minutes. She looked great. She has small breasts, probably a b cup, but they’re a beautiful circular shape, with high hard nipples that have nursed two kids. She wore a pushup bra and a low cut black dress with string straps and mid-thigh flared skirt. With high heels, a bronze tan, and her long black hair, she looked stunning. I couldn’t resist placing a slow kiss on the top of each breast, and putting my hand under the back of her skirt, and pulling her ass toward me. She didn’t resist and her dark eyes just looked up at me hungrily. We ran for the car, before we lost it.

On the way over to the party, we were both excited, and we flirted about having sex at the party. I was kidding, but it was an easy way to bring up the subject of her having some extra-marital fun, one of our most favorite topics. For all these years, we had not strayed outside our marriage, but it was fun to fantasize about some fresh sex partners. Sometimes we talked about some woman I thought was a turn-on, and sometimes I pointed out this guy or that guy. She always knew who I was talking about, too.

Sue was convinced that she had no real interest in anyone else, but come on, she was only human. “No I don’t really want any other guys,” she would vow. Sometimes I would catch her flirting with some college boy, and she’d just laugh. She likes the slender ones, with gentle moves. It was easy for me to kid around, but frankly, when I really thought about her and some other guy, with her all worked up, I got pretty anxious. Anyway, we stayed high on our way to the party. As we got out of the car, I said, “Maybe this is the night you’ll get lucky.” I was only kidding, but she threw me a hot look, and I wondered what that meant. I felt a stab, and I remembered the old saw, “Be careful what you wish for.”

Tom greeted us at the door. “Hi Gene, hi Sue. You look great”. He wasn’t talking to me, though. He sucked in his stomach and expanded his chest. Tom is very proud of his athlete’s body. A college trackman, he still ran every day. He grinned idiotically at the top of Sue’s breasts, and tried to act suave, but I could tell that he was losing oxygen. Sue lowered her eyes, and gracefully slid by him, toward the party. Although you couldn’t tell, I knew that Tom really turned her on, and that she enjoyed getting a rise out of him.

There were already about 20 or so people there, and they were making a loud buzz, with 60’s dance music going in the background. A few people were dancing, a few were sitting around on couches, but most were standing in little groups, with drinks in their hands. Everyone looked smart and upscale. We detoured to Tom’s kitchen table, which had a little bar set on up it. Tom was the gracious host, and was pushing Margaritas, so we each had one. Sue and I chatted with Tom for a while, and then wandered in to the party. The men in the room immediately started shooting looks at Sue. I suppose the women did, too, but they didn’t make it obvious.

Sue and I joined a little group that we knew, and started trading news and working on the party puzzle, which was part of the theme. Sue was sipping her margarita, and looking sultry and graceful at the same time. We were both happy and relaxed, and having a good time. It wasn’t very long before Allen, a single friend of ours, joined our group, and slid in next to Sue, away from my side of her. He was always an upbeat and cheerful guy, and he and Sue started laughing and flirting.

How could he help himself? I didn’t think much about it, although it sort of irritated me that he was so damned clever. As Sue was finishing her drink, she was clearly feeling good. Smiling and laughing, they went off to the dance floor to have more fun. I turned to Alicia, who was next to me, and very pretty, and we started joking around. As the party progressed, I spent some time with Alicia, and we ended up dancing. She’s gorgeous, but she’s clearly not available, and that takes the fun out of spending a lot of time with her. Somehow, she’s a closed book.

At the same time as I was dancing with Felicia, I couldn’t help but notice that Sue was beginning to dance close with Allen. She was closing her eyes and they were moving slower and slower. His right hand, parked on her lower back, was just a little too low. Her right hand, clutched in his left, was folding in to his chest, and her head was gradually relaxing onto his chest. Meanwhile, Alicia was friendly, but just not as hot as Sue. Alicia needed a margarita, I thought.

After two dull dances with Alicia, I began to feel kind of irritated by Sue and Allen’s overheated condition, so I returned Alicia to her husband. I turned to face Sue, just in time to see Allen’s right hand slide down a little further, and I watched as she shifted her pelvis tight up against Allen’s thigh. Sue was getting steadily hotter, so I decided to rescue her before they got too far along.

I sauntered out to the dance floor, and tapped Allen on the shoulder. “I’ve come to dance with the pretty lady”, I said. What could he say? Sue looked at me with a slightly groggy smile, and very liquidly slid over and pressed herself against me. Sigh. She felt great, and the only thing wrong was that there was a room full of people around us.

“Would you like a snack or anything?” I asked her. “How about another margarita?” she said. It was a borderline call. She wasn’t so far gone that one more was obviously too much, but she wasn’t much of a drinker, so it wasn’t such a great idea, either. But she made a pouty face when I hesitated, and I couldn’t take it. As usual, she got what she wanted. I got here another one, and we decided to sit for awhile, sipping our drinks. After about two minutes, she turned to me and gave me a slow, lazy sultry smile. She purred “Wouldn’t you like to take me to the bathroom?” Wow, I thought, what a great idea! I was pretty sure what she meant.

Holding each other’s hands, we took our margaritas in our opposite hand and nearly ran to the downstairs bathroom. We ducked inside before anyone really noticed, and locked the door. We threw our arms around each other and Sue wrapped herself around me. Her legs came right off the floor, and she locked her heels behind my ass. I kind of lurched forward, toward the sink, and parked her on the counter top. We kissed furiously, our tongues deep in each others mouths, going back and forth between our teeth. We were so worked up by this time, there was no holding back.

I unzipped her dress down the back, and hungrily nibbled my way down her front to the edge of her right bra cup. She was hanging on to me, with her arms around my neck, but she dropped back so that her hands were just clasped behind my head, giving me access to her nipples. I unsnapped her bra and vacuumed her right nipple into my mouth. She moaned a beautiful, long lusty, “Oooohhhhh. Mmmmmmhhhhh. Yessssss”. We were really going. I stepped back from her, leaving her with her hands on the vanity counter top, and with her legs spread, black lace panties showing. Her panties were soaked. She was very ready.

It looked like I was going to be the lucky one tonight. I reached out to each side of her panties at the hips, and pulled them down. She hiked her hips up by putting her heels on the top edges of the vanity door, and I slid the panties all the way down to her ankles. She brought her knees up and I pulled the panties all the way off. I slipped them into my pocket, and kneeled down to kiss her pussy. “You’re a gorgeous woman,” I said. “You get me so excited I could cum just looking at you.”

“God, don’t cum yet,” she said. “I need you now. I am just your little whore tonight.”

She put her heels back on the cabinet doors, and I began kissing the inside of her thighs. So smooth and soft, I began to get very excited. She was making little whimpering sounds, “Oh, yesssss… Please lick me….”. I slid my hand over her pussy, dragging my finger tips in the wet crevice between her lips. She rotated her hips slowly, clearly loving it and just letting herself go. I kissed and nibbled with increasing passion, toward her center. My fingertip was making spirals toward her pussy entrance, and she was moaning in my ear. As I slipped my middle finger part way in, she let out a big “Oooohhhhh, God, yessss..Oooohhh”.

I had just started to rest my tongue on the soft thatch of hair on her wet pussy when someone began banging on the door of the bathroom. “Hey you in there, we’ve got a lady out here who needs the bathroom NOW”. I almost jumped into the bathtub. Sue’s knees jerked up reflexively, and she looked at me with a stricken look. I said, “Oh my god, what are we going to do?” Sue shouted out, “What’s wrong?”, and the person on the other side said, not really shouting, but loud enough for us to hear, “She’s going to be sick, you gotta get out!” Not a lot of choices. We both groaned. Sue pulled her bra back on and zipped up her dress. I shifted my erection so that it wasn’t too obvious, if I leaned forward.

With grim grins, we unlocked the door, and it flew open. We leaped out and Tom’s wife, Liz, leaped in. The door slammed shut and retching sounds started. Those damned margaritas. First Sue gets glassy-eyed, and now Liz is sick. Sue and I stared into each other’s eyes, and slowly pulled each other into an embrace. I whispered to her, “How about the bedroom?” But we both knew we weren’t going to do it. No matter how hot we were, it would be just a little too obvious. Bad enough to be caught having a party in the bathroom, but the bedrooms were a little too much. All Liz’s buddies were hanging around, wringing their hands.

So we tried to straightened our clothes without being too obvious, and went back to the party. After about 3 or 4 minutes, Liz went by, obviously not doing very well. Tom was close behind, and went up to their bedroom, to put Liz to bed. Tom had consumed a couple of his own margaritas.

“Boy, those margaritas got everyone going,” I said, like a total moron. I had this big lump in my pants, and I wasn’t thinking too clearly. What I really wanted was to grab Sue and fuck her silly right there. But this was a pretty proper event. I put my arm around Sue’s waist and tried to be proper.

Sue leaned on me, and she seemed to be softly flowing over me. We were both pretty frustrated, and Sue was clearly very aroused. She had been getting increasing stimulation all night, and after the drinks and our trip to the bathroom, she was breathing pretty fast. Her eyes were bedroom eyes. She had passed beyond some threshold, and was clearly in an unusual state. Hot, hot, hot. I was reeling from my own frustrations, and wishing I could just pull up her dress.

“Would you like to go, or stay, or what?” She didn’t seem ready to go, but she was also not very happy. She finally said, “I need to break loose. My life is kind of cramped.” What was she talking about? Here we were, happily playing with each other, and she has a couple of drinks, and now, she’s cramped?

By then it was about 12 midnight, and time for us suburban parent types to think about heading home. In my slightly giddy and very confused state, I was pondering what Sue really meant, and not at all thinking about parenting.

Tom came back and said “Poor Liz, she’s really out of it, and I know that tomorrow she’ll be so apologetic that she’ll be crying.” We all understood. Meanwhile Sue and I were so horny that either one of us could probably have come if someone had just touched our privates.

It was late for most of the people with babysitters, and they started putting coats on and heading out the door. Tom was the perfect host, smiling and ushering everyone out. Sue and I were sitting on the couch, and somehow, we were just dreamily watching everyone leave, couple by couple. I had my hand on her knee, and I was just tracing little circles on the inside of her kneecap. Her knee was slowly rotating with my hand. She didn’t seem cramped.

All of a sudden, Tom and we were the only ones left. Tom wasn’t pushing us out the door, and Sue and I were kind of squirming around. So when Tom sat down on the couch with us, the three of us just had a good time laughing about the party, and poor Liz. Tom couldn’t help but look down the front of Sue’s dress, and she seemed to enjoy it. She started tilting forward to improve his view. Tom seemed to be having trouble putting his hands anywhere. They flopped around on his lap and seemed to have a life of their own, drifting toward Sue. I felt a little threatened, and spread my hand out over both of Sue’s knees. She put one hand on my thigh, even as we talked with Tom.

A few minutes after we mentioned Liz, Tom jumped up to check on her. He came right back and flopped down again next to Sue, right against her. He said that Liz was out cold. We all agreed that tomorrow morning would not be any fun for her. We were all feeling pretty good, and not especially inhibited. Tom’s hand settled innocently near Sue’s stomach, with the back of his knuckles just resting comfortably against her. When he raised his hand to gesture, his fingers glanced off Sue’s breast. She jumped, and her face kind of lit up. Tom was really having trouble figuring out what to do. He was getting very worked up. All three of us were breathing fast. None of us knew what to do.

I felt a strong urge to pee, so I excused myself and got up to go to the upstairs bathroom. The bedrooms are up a half level, along a short hallway. I didn’t really want to go back to the downstairs bathroom where Liz had thrown up. While I was up there, I went by their guest room, and then stuck my head in the master bedroom. Liz was very quiet. The only sound was her gentle breathing, very regular and slow. She’s a very pretty woman. Even in her near coma, she was very attractive. In my fog, I sat down on the bed and just admired her. She really looked great. Tom had somehow gotten her into a lacey nightgown, and her short hair wasn’t very messed up. She never wore much makeup, which turned me on.

I kind of lost it, and reached out my hand to caress her upper arm, and my hand just ended up on her breast. She didn’t move, or respond, and I just sat there for a while, with my hand on her warmth. I have thought about fucking her so many times that I was tempted to put my hand under the covers and gently excite her. I brushed her nipple with my finger tips. Even in her unconscious condition, her nipple responded. As I flicked my fingers over her nipple, a shiver ran down her spine, and her ass jerked. But I exercised great control, and just grazed her breast with my fingers. The idea of taking advantage of her was really turning me on, but in the end it wouldn’t be fun, and I’d be hideously guilty in the morning. Besides, what about Sue and Tom?

Yipes! What about Sue and Tom???

I got up and pissed in the bathroom. I had been gone for some long period of time, and no one had come looking for me. I forgot to flush the toilet, and just tucked my tired pecker back in my shorts. I failed to wash my hands, and just started back downstairs. I realized that I hadn’t made any noise, and that, with rugs upstairs, they wouldn’t hear me coming. So when I came to the end of the upstairs hallway, I stopped short of the entrance and just peeked around the corner.

And what I saw was Sue and Tom dancing. My throat constricted as I saw they were kissing, with long slow tongue kisses. Her legs were apart, and her thighs were clamped around his leg. Her hips were moving in a circular motion, in time with the slow, steady beat from the music. Tom’s left hand was on her hip and his right hand was on her the exposed top skin of her left breast, and his eyes were closed as he clearly was transported into an excited state. Sue’s arms were locked around his lower back, and she was moaning into his mouth. Was I gone that long? They were clearly forgetting about me.

I just stood there, stunned and undecided as to what to do. The whole scene was making me slightly ill. Sue sure seemed to be in another world. As I watched, their kisses continued slowly and languidly. There was a deep intensity to their motions. They were slow but I had the feeling they were very tense. Tom’s hand stroked up the side of her face, and then back down to the top of her breast. He spread his hand out and pressed the heel of his hand down so that it slipped inside her dress top, and must have been grinding on top of her lace covered nipple.

To my horror, I was also getting an erection. I was getting turned on. The scene was very erotic. She was swaying smoothly, just floating along. But as Tom leaned forward to kiss her throat and his hand was clearly headed into her dress, she stiffened, and said, “No, no, no…..I can’t. It’s not right.” I suddenly felt much better. She wasn’t lost, and she loved me.