In some ways, it was a relief to know that Suzie's and my engagement was unofficially off, especially in light of my ongoing secret sexual affair with her mother. Our long-term, long-distance relationship had become primarily just reliable sex.
It seemed to end one particular weekend. I had made the trip and we had great reunion sex, as usual. She had been pressing me for details on when I planned on moving to her city. I had all but given up the job search, and in fact, had to tell her I had accepted a promotion where I worked, 250 miles away in my hometown.
I had begun to resent the fact that I had to move and she wouldn't consider it. I understood that her 18 year daughter was still a senior in high school, but her son was a freshman away at college.
I would have been willing to wait for her daughter to go off to college (which grandma and grandpa would finance), but Suzie would not consider moving at all, ever. Daughters have a way of becoming dependent on rich parents, regardless of their age.
After a discussion, which I wouldn't even call an argument, we both just seemed to acknowledge that we were between a rock and a hard place, and then came acceptance. We would continue to see each other when we wanted, but no more pressure.
We decided not to tell her family unless it ever became necessary. The odd thing is, we seemed to get along even better after that.
A few weekends later, I was once again visiting Suzie's. That Sunday morning we awoke late after having great sex into the wee hours the night before.
Suzie was finishing dressing to go to the grocery store and she insisted I just kick back and relax or read the newspaper while she was out. Daughter Sarah was sleeping in late, as usual.
Suzie's computer was located in the living room, and often, her or her daughter were on it, typing away while others watched TV. It had always been located there, being the place where a responsible parent could monitor children on the internet.
I sat down to check my email, as I often did. Suzie came over and mentioned, "You know, Sarah (her daughter) has been staying up well after I go to bed, chatting on the internet. I sure wish I could eavesdrop without her knowing, just to make sure she's behaving. Is there any way to do that, like to see what sites she goes to?"
I told her maybe, but if she was a typical teenager she would hide her tracks.
With that, Suzie headed out the door, saying, "Oh, don't worry about it, I guess. It sounds like a lot of bother."
It wasn't much bother, and boy, was there ever a History. It was an open book. Nobody had EVER deleted ANYTHING.
Each person in the family had their own Desktop. In fact, everyone's passwords were automatically saved for anyone to look at their email, websites, you name it.
First I saw porn sites, looked at nearly everyday by someone. Suzie had them saved as favorites as well.
Then I looked at what her daughter had been looking at the night before. Amongst other things, I could see that Sarah read her mother's email.
Two emails in particular made me somewhat embarrassed. A long time ago, Suzie and I had been on the phone chatting and horny. We took nude photos of ourselves and emailed them to each other. Apparently Sarah had been looking at them last night while we were in bed.
Getting nosey, I looked at one of Suzie's recent emails to her best friend Elaine. In it, she mentioned she and I were probably not going to get married, and in fact, she was considering trying to meet another man for a sexual rendezvous, with no attachments or commitments.
Surprisingly, this turned me on, and I decided I wouldn't mention anything to her about what I had found.
On impulse, I deleted the email that had nude photos of me attached. It was flattering that her 18 year old daughter liked to look at nude photos of me, but you had to worry what someone could do with them. On inspection, I saw that I had at least made sure my whole face wasn't in any of them.
It didn't really surprise me to see Suzie looked at porn. She is honest, very sexual, and I think she may have even mentioned it to me once. I don't remember it being important to either of us at the time.
I was a little surprised by Sarah, though not too much. I mean, if you leave your diary open on the coffee table, how is someone supposed to not look? Sexual curiosity is normal, in my opinion.
Sarah was an intelligent, bookish girl, all A's in school. Prettier than her mother, she had small breasts, and slim hips. She complained to her mother that her butt was too big, which was ridiculous. Sarah was always smiling and good natured. Suzie talked incessantly about her kids during our phone conversations.
Apparently Sarah had never had a steady boyfriend. Her best friend was an African American girl from down the street. The only dates she had ever been on had been two fancy dress-up Homecoming dances.
Suzie and I had chaperoned the last one. We had taken photos of Sarah and her date, a very young looking senior boy from a "nice" family. Suzie had said, "Oh no, my little girl is getting sexy!"
I went outside on the deck with a cup of coffee to have a cigarette. Through the sliding glass doors I noticed Sarah come downstairs and into the kitchen. After fussing around in there, she opened the screen slider and stepped out, saying "Good morning!"
She walked over to the railing and stood with her back to me in the sunshine, sipping her orange juice. She said, "Oh, it's going to be a lovely day!"
Apparently this very shy girl was getting more comfortable having me around. She was wearing a little nightgown that reached just below her behind.
The angle of the sun was making it somewhat transparent and I could clearly see her undies and small breasts beneath. I looked away. It would have been embarrassing if she saw me staring.
I wondered if she had always come downstairs dressed like this in the morning? Probably, I guess I just hadn't noticed before.
I heard Suzie's car pull in the driveway. Sarah said "Mom's home", and then she dashed back upstairs.
Was it my imagination, or did she not want her mother to see her dressed (or undressed) in such a way, alone with me?
I consciously blocked any thoughts of young Sarah that had any sexual content. If Sarah had half the sexual drive of her mother or grandma, she would be a handful for anyone, and it sounded like trouble from the word Go.
Suzie's nightly phone calls were also becoming increasingly sexual in content. I admit it was fun and exciting having open and honest discussions about past sexual encounters, fantasies, possible future scenarios.
Suzie always qualified her fantasy revelations into things she would like to really do, as compared to things that turn her on but she probably wouldn't do. The more she talked, the more these later things became things she "might" do.
A few examples: Doing it on the hood of a car while others looked on through restaurant windows; doing it on her deck while her "stuck up" backyard neighbors discreetly watched out their window; hiring a clean, high class, expensive female hooker to have sex with her while I watched, or joined in, with her only (YES!).
She had an orgasm while we talked on the phone one night about me taking her to a distant town to an amateur night strip club and letting her strip and give lap dances to the men and women.
This conversation led to one where I dressed her as a hooker and pimped her out to have sex with strange, good looking men. She giggled as she imagined what she would wear.
She liked to fantasize about orgies. But was pretty sure she wouldn't dare go through with it. She sounded like a spitting image of her mother, sexually speaking.
I occasionally half joked I was saving to get that hooker for her birthday. I wasn't surprised when she reminded me from time to time afterwards, that her birthday was coming up, like it was our little inside joke. I knew she couldn't get the idea out of her mind.
A couple of weeks had gone by since my last visit to Suzie's. I had scheduled a three day weekend due to Suzie's mother insisting we meet Sunday night at a sleazy motel on the outskirts of town. She needed to "talk to me again".
When I arrived Friday evening, I could tell Suzie was chomping at the bit to get upstairs behind closed doors. Suzie had hoped Sarah would be at her father's for the weekend, but Sarah had not wanted to go and Suzie hadn't pushed it.
After a couple of hours, Suzie went through the routine of feigning exhaustion and slowly rose from the couch to retire for the night. I doubt Sarah was buying it. In fact, Sarah was paying little attention, chatting away on the computer with her friends while watching TV at the same time, as only a teenager can do.
Once in her bedroom with the door shut, Suzie became a possessed nympho. She always left a little light on, but this time she didn't bother to methodically shut the window blinds to her backyard (neighbors) as she normally did. I noticed, but didn't mention it, doubting anyone could have seen in those high windows anyway.
She was multi-orgasmic and wasted no time lifting her knees to her shoulders so she could be "fucked hard". She wanted dirty talk. She wanted cum in the mouth. I couldn't help to be concerned she was being too loud during her orgasms.
She was usually so concerned about keeping quiet. I doubt the fan she had going in the window was doing the expected job of drowning out the sounds completely.
As we lay back exhausted and overheated from round one, Suzie wanted to chat, as usual. She confided that she was becoming preoccupied with sexual thoughts, especially since we began our intimate, revealing phone conversations about sexual fantasies.
She said "Lately, I find myself masturbating once or twice a day, just to release the tension so I can concentrate on other things. Do you think something's wrong with me?"
I replied, "No, of course not. It is all normal and perfectly natural. You are a sexual person; you get enjoyment from it, which is good. It doesn't harm anyone"
She continued, "Well thank you. I've always had fantasies, but the idea on acting on them has driven me to distraction. Just let me know if you ever think I'm getting a little too way out there, ok? I think I'll just leave it up to you and enjoy whatever ride you take me on."
I said, "I've always believed, if you love someone, set them free, like in the song. I've lived too long, seen too much to get insecure or jealous."
Her eyes got wide as she smiled and said, "Oh reeeeally? So you are setting me free? I'm guessing, so long as I what, tell you about it, or ask your permission, or at least do it in your company?"
I winked and said, "Yes, all the above."
Afterwards, we both nearly passed out from the exhaustion of all the excitement.
