Susan was not a dom sexually. She loved fucking, and I satisfied her at least daily, if not two or three times. She loved having her pussy licked and nibbled almost as often. I loved satisfying her this way, no matter how long it took. She boasted to her friends how much I satisfied her sexually.
She loved to be naked, and was usually naked at home. Her neighbours on either side were used to seeing her naked in her yard, and accepted this as being quite normal. She posed naked at the nearby art school every semester of ten weeks, three times a year. She received little pay, which mostly went in tax, just because she enjoyed it. She posed naked for a photography group for two weekends each year without pay. She loved her body, looked after it, and was keen to show it off. I have written about some of her more public displays.
She tolerated my own desire for exhibitionism, almost entirely because I was so helpful in finding opportunities for her own exposures, that she felt she should reciprocate in some way. She needed to be coaxed into fulfilling some of my other fetishes. She found it amusing to satisfy my desire to be spanked, by hand and eventually a cane, or a hair brush, either side. It did not take too long for her to thrash my backside with vigour and alacrity.
I started to let my tongue wander around and inside her anus whilst servicing her pussy. At first, she stiffened but allowed me to continue. Eventually, she accepted this as a normal part of our sex play, and sometimes even directed my mouth to that area as she learned to enjoy the process.
Early on, while I was in the shower, she would enter the room, sit on the toilet and pee. She would scrunch up some toilet paper to wipe her pussy dry, and then leave. After a few occasions of this, I offered to wipe it for her. She consented, finding my request sweet and amusing. After a few times, I ventured to lick her pussy clean of any residual pee. I felt resistance, but I was allowed to persist, purely as a gift to me. Occasionally I got in early and received and swallowed a small stream of her pee. I was allowed this small mercy only on the rare occasions that she felt she needed to reward me in some way.
I was able to induce her to penetrate my cock with some ad hoc "sounds", including her little finger. She regarded this as weird, but admitted that she was rewarded by my allowing her to make myself so vulnerable to her.
So that was the extent of our non-standard sex repertoire. And it was always at my instigation. For my greater fulfilment, I needed to submit to these activities, not instigate them. For absolute fulfilment, I needed an audience, preferably mixed gender.
Early in our relationship, I found her tremendously exciting. But as it progressed there were times when she would sink into a somewhat depressed state, becoming jealous of some imagined competitor. There could be some lack of attentiveness or some other thing about me that infuriated her. I am no psychologist, but I felt that she may have been tending towards a bi-polar personality. She had been married and divorced twice already, and was still only in her late thirties. So things began to be somewhat off and on.
During an "off" period, she rang and invited me to a lunch party that her best friend Anne was giving. The invitees were mostly ex-employees of an International firm that they had both worked for at some prior time. When I arrived she confided that she wasn't sure that I would turn up, but otherwise, her mood was high and promising. She wore pink hotpants that she boasted had been a leftover from her first marriage. She was proud that she could still get into them. Sufficient of the underside of her bottom was on display, as to indicate there was probably nothing under them. On top, was a white cotton embroidered t-shirt, with a low neckline that displayed her beautiful breasts, whenever she bent over. Additionally, it was translucent enough to reveal the darkness of her nipples.
The lunch had been intended to be outdoors, but a morning storm had caused the event to move indoors. Now, as the storm cleared, it was stifling hot inside. The food was laid out on a table for self-service. Susan showed off her luscious tits frequently as she leant across the table to access a plate whose contents took her fancy.
Having eaten sufficiently, she suggested that we go outside, to cool off. Out the rear door was a small landing, then a set of wooden steps leading down to a flattish, shaded lawn. At the bottom of the stairs was a small built-in cupboard from which she took a banana chair for herself, while I opted for a director's chair. She confided that some years prior, she had shared the house with Anne, who was also divorced, between her own marriages. Relaxing in her lounge, she removed her shirt and lay back somewhat seductively. We had taken some wine with us, and we chatted together comfortably for a time.
Two by two, the others descended the stairs to join us. No-one seemed at all surprised by Susan being semi-naked. It seemed they all knew her well. There were five other couples plus Anne, who was alone. After a short time, Susan stood and complained that she had been a bit too ambitious in selecting the hotpants to wear. They were too tight, and uncomfortable. She asked if anyone would mind if she took them off. With no dissenting voice, she did just that, confirming my belief that she wore no panties.