My name is Suzie. I am a 32-year-old woman that has been separated from my husband, David for nine months. We had been married for ten years, which were mostly happy, satisfying years. We always got a long well and had a good line of communication between us; we respected one another and our sex life, to say the least, was great. We didn't have any money problems as Dave has a well paying job and I worked part time at Municipal Zoo. I took the job as to keep me busy while Dave was working. I know, it sounds perfect, and I guess it was until Dave mentioned his fantasy.
He wanted me to cuckold him, you know, fuck other men. Well, I did, with great reservations, after getting tired of listening to him go on and on about it. To him it wasn't just a fantasy, but an obsession. So to satisfy his whining I went ahead and had a brief affair. Needless to say, he got jealous, we fought constantly about nothing and eventually we separated. I got my own place, a small flat on the other side of town where we lived and Dave stayed in the house.
I have dated a few men since the separation, nothing too serious, but I had heard from a mutual friend that David has not been very successful at the dating game. As a matter of fact, she told me, he hasn't had any kind of female companionship since the separation. She had also mentioned that David had wanted to go back with me which was probably the reason that he had called and wanted to come over.
I was still very 'ticked' at David for ruining my life and I devised a way to get even. I wanted to make him feel as rotten as what I have felt since my infidelity.
I wanted to make him squirm. I took a hot bath, shaved my legs and trimmed the hair around my pussy. I put on a ton of make-up and wore my hair up. I was just wearing a light silk robe that tied at the waist and just barely covered my crotch, when the doorbell rang. I loosened the tie on the robe so David would get a good look at my cleavage. I opened the door and greeted David. He smiled as we exchanged pleasantries. I caught him staring at my chest and I could feel my nipples start to harden.
"I don't have much time," I said, "I"m going out."
"Where?...With whom?" he questioned.
I lead him to the couch and reached down to move the cushion. As I did this my housecoat rose and my bare butt was exposed to him. I could hear him sigh to himself. I then turned and made sure that I brushed my breast against him as I walked past. He reached for me, but I ducked his grasp. I slapped his hands and scolded him, "Don't start, David. What do you want anyway," I said taking a seat opposite him. As I sat down I crossed my legs and the housecoat rode up exposing my outer thighs. He was drooling. I noticed a familiar bulge starting to form in his pants.
"Are you going out on a date?" he asked. His voice was cracking and full of emotion.
"So what if I am?" I answered as I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward exposing my neatly trimmed pussy just for a second.
"You just look extra sexy and I just wondered," he replied not taking his eyes off my crotch.
"Wondered what?" I retorted. "Wondered if I am going to get myself fucked!?"
I slightly parted my legs and started to run my finger up and down my pussy as he watched. His cock was totally hard.
"Well.....yes" he blurted out.
"I certainly hope so!" I said. I could see from the expression on his face that he was in total emotional pain.
"I hope you don't mind if I get dressed while we talk," I said as I took a black garter from the dresser and a pair of black nylons. I lifted the housecoat and put on the garter giving him a good view of my trimmed pussy.
"When in hell did you start trimming your pussy like that?" he questioned.
