Suzanne Bradley couldn't wait to get home. She had just returned from visiting New Orleans. She was attending an event hosted by her foundation, establishing a fund to reward good students without means with scholarships. The Anthony A. Bradley Foundation was founded by its namesake, Suzanne's wealthy father, through his will, and Suzanne had been the executive director of the foundation since its creation. She enjoyed running the foundation, and worked hard to make sure that the money went to worthy causes.
Suzanne sat in the back of a black car that picked her up at the airport. She drank from a bottle of mineral water, nursing a pretty significant headache.
"Hey Lu, remind me never to drink like that before a flight ever again. That was brutal." Suzanne spoke to her assistant and best friend, LuAnn.
"Tell me about it. I nearly puked," LuAnn groaned. She was splayed across the seat and leaning against the window. Suzanne noticed that LuAnn's skirt rode up her well-toned legs almost enough to see to her panties. Seeing LuAnn's gorgeous legs reminded Suzanne of last night, which they spent in the French Quarter. LuAnn had always been a wild partier, and that fact had not changed even as the two of them had entered their mid-40s. It was just getting a lot harder to recover.
Suzy recalled how LuAnn had teased a bunch of college kids at one nightspot. And just before they left LuAnn had given the youngsters a quick flash of her bountiful tits. Lu's breasts were certainly wonderful. They were full, with just a little sag, and with plump, light pink nipples that still pointed straight ahead. LuAnn was more wild than Suzy, but she was a loyal wife to her husband. Flashing those boys was the furthest that Suzy had ever seen LuAnn go in the direction of infidelity, with men, that is. Of course, Suzy and LuAnn had been secret lovers since they were 18 years old.
In fact, Suzy knew very well that all of LuAnn's teasing other men when they went out was actually intended for Suzy's own entertainment and benefit. Each time they went out, they invariably ended the evening between each other's legs, nibbling and sucking each other's pussies. Last night was of course no different. Once they returned their hotel, LuAnn undressed her best friend, kissed her all over, then planted her pussy on her friend's face and rode her wiggling tongue until the early morning. Uncharacteristically, after LuAnn's pussy was satisfied she quickly passed out from the excessive consumption of alcohol. Suzy didn't mind too much -- she knew that her friend was always willing to return the favor. But Suzy now wished that she had achieved some release last night. They had awoken late, and needed to rush to the airport to catch their flight. As a result, despite her hangover LuAnn's pussy was still electrically charged.
The car stopped in the turnaround in front of Suzy's very large home, the Bradley family mansion, which was set off from any other houses by nearly 160 acres of well-manicured grounds. Due to the tinted windows of the car, Suzy risked nothing by sliding over to Lu and kissing her deeply. LuAnn's soft lips and tongue released another wave of moisture in Suzy's vagina. She was very aware of the slickness of her pussy as she exited the car, and entered the house, followed by the chauffeur with her luggage.
The chauffeur dropped off the luggage and returned to the car to deliver LuAnn to her home, leaving Suzy in the vast house. The mansion was still quiet, as it was still only ten o'clock in the morning. Suzy was sure her husband, John, was still in bed. He liked to sleep in on Saturdays. Sometimes her son Anthony would wake up early to exercise, but she saw no sign of him either.
Suzy was glad they had caught the early flight. She wanted to find her husband still in bed, hopefully with that deliciously reliable boner which he called "morning wood."
Suzanne pushed open the bedroom window and smiled, seeing that John was still asleep under their bedspread. He was still a very attractive man, at 46. His bare chest was exposed, as well as his thick, well-muscled arms.
Quietly, Suzanne stripped out of her business suit. She looked in the mirror, clad in only her sheer underwear. Not bad, she had to admit. She easily kept up with LuAnn and John in the middle-aged looks department. She had always been considered pretty. She has the high cheekbones and full lips and striking green eyes. She wasn't what you would call drop-dead gorgeous, but she was certainly attractive. Suzy didn't have large breasts, but they were enough -- just a bit more than a handful. They maintained their shape wonderfully, still nearly as perky as when she was a teenager. Her nipples prominently capped the shallow swell of her breasts, proudly visible through the flimsy material of her bra. She unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, and stepped out of her panties revealing her pussy, framed by her pubic hair, neatly trimmed of course. She dipped a digit into her pussy to verify what she already knew -- that she was sopping wet, and very ready for a morning romp with John.
John was a deep sleeper, and was not yet aware of his wife's presence. She stealthily slid under the covers beside him and reached down to his cock. She was surprised to find that he was totally naked. It wasn't unheard of for John to sleep in the nude, but usually that was only after they had sex. He typically wore at least a pair of boxers to bed. Still, it didn't trouble her as she wrapped her fingers slowly around his hard cock.
With his cock in hand, Suzy paused. Something felt different, but she wasn't sure what it was. She was hungover and sleep-deprived, and very horny, but through the haze she knew something was a little off. Nevertheless, she continued with her plan, and submerged under the covers. She kiss the head of John's cock and ran her tongue over the slit. The feeling of uneasiness intensified. As she slid her mouth down her husband's shaft, her mind flashed to the last night, eating out her friend's pussy. As his pubes first began to tickle her nose, she finally realized what was wrong: her husband's cock smelled like pussy! The details began to fit together, while his cock was lodged in her throat: the slight crustiness of his slit was clearly dried ejaculate, the mustiness of the base of his cock was clearly the scent of another woman, and he wasn't wearing any boxers. John had just been with another woman!
It was all Suzy could do to refrain from chomping down on his cock in anger. Instead, with a grunt of disgust and anger she slid up and off of his cock and threw the covers off of the bed. Now awake, her husband blinked in comprehension, and said "Kate?".
"WHO THE FUCK IS KATE?" Suzanne roared, standing over her husband now, face and chest flushed with anger.
"Umm, she, uh," John mumbled. He sat up quickly and got his bearings. He was under the impression that Suzy would be away for the whole weekend. He had spent the night being lewdly pleasured by a 19 year old girl he ran into at the market.
Just as his senses returned, they quickly were scattered once again, as Suzy's open hand slapped viciously against his right cheek.
The violent sound of the slap brought a naked co-ed screaming from the closet. Her blonde hair was mussed, and her tits were flailing as she tried to escape the scene of domestic conflict. Her naked ass and shaved pussy ran straight for the door and down the stairs.
"Get out," Suzy commanded John. "And take your whore out of my house."
John perceived the dangerous tone of his wife's voice and quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. He also grabbed for the pink halter top and cutoffs that were piled next to his clothes on his side of the bed. As he headed to the door he mumbled, "I'm, I'm sorry, Suz."
"Fuck you," she snapped in reply. She then listened as he gathered the blonde floozy and exited to the garage. Suzanne did not know where he would go, and she didn't really give a shit. All of this was hers. He could go live in the bitch's dorm room for all she cared.
