Susan opened the door to the guest house, having just arrived back home after her lunch meeting with the models and former colleagues. She was wearing a short black skirt that covered up to the top of her knees, followed by sheer dark purple stockings that covered her legs. On top, she wore a white blouse, and, underneath her blouse, a violet-colored bra. Her skirt hid her matching garter belt and straps that held up her stockings; she skipped panties because of the state her Chinese boyfriend Martin had left her labia in.
"Hi, lover! I'm back," Susan announced, searching the main area for him.
Martin appeared, wearing nothing but his boxers; Susan took a beat to admire his firm and lean body.
She walked over to the desk and placed her Louis Vuitton Onthego Monogram Multicolore bag there. She then took out a tablet and began flipping through its touchscreen.
"So, I am going to start a matchmaking business to introduce models to well-off professional men with less social contacts," she began.
Martin seemed interested, as he walked over and peeked over Susan's shoulder to see her digital files.
"Models will be paid to provide a profile with photos, but submit to a background check to ensure they are single," Susan explained.
From behind, Martin put his hands on her arms and rubbed them slowly and supportively.
"Single men will be charged a membership fee, probably ten thousand dollars a year, to search an online database and cover the first three dates with anyone they match with," she continued.
Martin leaned forward and kissed Susan's right cheek from behind; Susan smiled. Excited, he reached in front and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Anyway, she was one of my first sign-ups. What do you think?" asked Susan, as she flipped her tablet to a full-figure photo of a bikini model. She looked over her shoulder to Martin.
Martin's eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, star-struck by the beautiful young long-haired blonde in the photo. She was a younger version of Susan: blonde, pretty, medium-sized breasts, with a lean swimmer's body. Her gorgeous legs looked like they went on forever.
"That's Snezana. That's the one I thought would match you. I've been talking to her about you for a while, and when she saw the photo of you that you sent me, she said she's interested in meeting you," Susan reported.
Martin's hands had opened up Susan's blouse and were now fondling her breasts. Susan moaned in appreciation.
"She's a nice woman," Susan began before she moaned in delight as Martin's hands slid up the outside of her thighs to explore underneath her skirt.
"She's a lot like you and," Susan managed to stammer out before sighing as she felt Martin's fingers run gently up and down her slit.
His fingers glided over her labia, tenderly stroking it and rubbing her clitoral hood at the top. Susan closed her eyes and fell back against Martin for support; she felt his hardness poking out of his boxers and into the back of her skirt.
His hands then left her loins and lifted her blouse out of her skirt. She let him slip off her blouse and toss it to the side. Then she felt his fingers unzip her skirt and slide it down to the floor, the palm of his hands feeling the outside of her legs on the way down.
Next, Susan felt Martin kissing up the back of her stockings, over her thighs, and then her buttocks. As he kissed up, his hands slid up the front of her legs, and his fingers tenderly rubbed her labia lips.
He then kissed up her back along the spine to the neck, as his hands ran up the front of her torso and cupped both her breasts. It was then Susan noticed that he had also removed his boxers, as she could feel his warm, hard glans pressing into her labia lips from behind.
Martin must have gotten excited with the outside genital contact, as he suddenly thrust forward, pushing his glans a little between her labia lips, before withdrawing and sighing in lush.
"Quick, lie down on the couch," ordered Susan, as she walked to the drawer beside the bed and took out the lubricant.
Martin obediently lay down on his back.
Susan walked back, squeezed lubricant onto her hands, and generously rubbed it all over Martin's hard shaft and glans. She then offered the lubricant to Martin, who took it and rubbed it all along her labia lips.
With both their genitalia fully lubricated, Susan positioned herself on top of the couch and Martin, with her vulva directly over his shaft. She took his member and pointed it straight up, perpendicular to the way his body was lying, and slowly impaled herself onto it. She now sat on him, straddling his pelvis, his hard penis deep up her vagina. Susan growled with lecherous joy.
"She really wants to meet you," Susan said between moans and gasps of pleasure as she bounced herself up and down on his well-lubricated member.
Martin just moaned and continued to thrust his penis up into her; typical of men, thought Susan.
As they continued their coitus, they focused intently on aligning their groin movements for maximum pleasure. So concentrated on their fornication they didn't even hear Susan's husband Michael enter the room.
"Hi, Honey! Guess what? Another modeling agency called about your new business!" he announced proudly.
Susan turned to face her husband, breasts bouncing in rhythm with her impaling on Martin's erection; their combined motions were now a fluid and well-conducted orchestra of fornication. Susan took a beat to enjoy how her breathing had aligned with Martin's, and the unison of their motions had taken a primal life of their own. She also noticed that her husband was able to appreciate the beauty of their symphony of pleasure.
"That's a great lover! We're almost done here so tell them I'll call them in fifteen minutes!" Susan shouted between her moaning and breathing.
"You want to meet Snezana then?" asked Susan, now focused on Martin again, gripping his shoulders.
Martin in turn reached up and grabbed both her breasts, fondling them through her bra as he thrust up as hard and fast as he could.
It was then Susan felt his glans twitch within her vagina, and suddenly a powerful thrust deep up into her almost launched her off of him; still holding onto her breasts, Martin forced her back down on his powerful penis again. She felt his hot semen ejaculate from his glans and a large drop land on her vaginal wall. In appreciation, her body shook violently and she threw her head back and cried out in joy.
No longer in control of their bodies, the two fell into their orgasmic cycle of him naturally pumping up and leaving semen to slide down her vagina. She in turn felt her body spasm in response, clenched her toes, and moaned in orgasmic appreciation.
Again another involuntary thrust from him left a small drop of semen in her, and again she shuddered in orgasmic release.
Suddenly he pumped his penis up into her again, but this time she didn't feel any semen enter her. Her body still shook again, but her orgasm was more subdued now.
Martin then grabbed her hips and desperately pumped up into her, but no more semen came out. Susan was exhausted and had stopped orgasming already. Satisfied, Susan removed his hands from her hips, got up, and got dressed.
"Get a little rest, then clean up and come to the house. I'm going to arrange a video call for you and Snezana to talk to each other before you ship out," said Susan as she left.
As Susan predicted, Martin and Snezana hit it off very well. She was glad that they both agreed to keep in touch while Martin was away on duty and would meet upon his return. The two video-chatted for hours, while Susan spoke to her husband, who was still at the hospital in the middle of surgery. By the time Martin and Snezana were done chatting, Susan had already prepared dinner for Martin. A good sign, Susan thought to herself, as she didn't want Martin to get lonely or sexually frustrated after their relationship ended.
After dinner, Susan wrapped her arm around Martin and led him back to the guest house to shower together; she didn't want to take a bath as she was afraid of overheating the fetus growing in her womb.
As they undressed, Susan noticed that Martin's body was looking more toned every day. Sex was a good cardiovascular workout for him, she thought to herself.
When she finally removed her panties, Susan did a slow twirl in the bathroom mirror to admire herself; it didn't hurt for Martin to appreciate what he was enjoying for the last time either. Her gorgeous, soft, long, and blonde hair flowed in the air as she moved, at times covering her beautiful face. Her body was lean, and more toned than his, accented by small but firm breasts, a toned bubble butt, and a perfect pair of legs. Susan had good reason to be such a narcissist.
They let the water run a bit to make sure it was warm enough, then stepped into the shower together. Susan first shampooed Martin's hair, then rubbed soap all over his body, feeling his chest, shoulders, and back. She then lathered his legs with soap, cleaned between his butt cheeks, and washed her hands. Finally, she took her time soaping and stroking his hardening member.
Then it was his turn, and he took his time, first massaging shampoo into her hair. Then rubbing body wash over her shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs; he took his time to fondle Susan properly. He spent extra time enjoying the feel of the soft, smooth skin that wrapped around her firm legs, then turned her around and properly fondled body wash onto her front body, from her legs, over her smooth flat stomach, and finally her breasts.
Susan closed her eyes to enjoy his touch; she felt his fingers rub over her slit and around her shaved loins. He ended his erotic cleaning by rubbing between her butt cheeks.
"Good job! You go ahead and dry up first," said Susan as she began rinsing her hair.
Martin quickly stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, then left for the bedroom.
Susan finished her rinsing off, stepped out of the shower, and turned off the water. After quickly drying herself off with the tower, she focused on blow-drying her hair. Once her hair was dry, soft, and flowing again, she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, completely naked.
There she saw Martin waiting for her in bed, under the covers to stay warm, with his solid erection poking up and holding the bed sheets up in a tent above his pelvis. Susan smiled realizing how hard she made Martin.
She then climbed under the covers with him, reached over, and began stroking his erect shaft.
"Is this for me, lover?" Susan asked.
Martin just nodded enthusiastically, causing her to break into a wide grin.
Susan leaned over and gave Martin a gentle kiss on the lips. This led to more kissing until their mouths were sealed onto each other and they were touching tongues.
As Susan continued to pump Martin's shaft, his hand reached over, grabbed her ankle, and slid up her leg. When he reached her groin, she felt his fingertips brush her labia, then his thumb rubbing circles around her clitoral hood.
Gasping in delight, Susan broke off their kissing and pushed his head onto her breasts, where he began licking and nibbling in earnest. As she held his head in place, she reached over to the drawer and withdrew the lubricant.
Martin then slid down so his mouth was directly over her slit, then reached up and fondled her breasts; Susan moaned and bucked her loins into his face. While playing with her breasts and nipples, he began nibbling on her labia lips, which aroused her further. When she felt his tongue flick against her clitoris, she gasped in delight.