Susan stepped out of her walk-in closet wearing a very sexy Neon Pink Shock Value Lingerie Dress she purchased online from Spicy Lingerie.  The dress was a very form-fitting garment shaped like a one-piece swimsuit, with the bottom open as a micro skirt.  The collar was long, open and ended in a fishnet with large holes that exposed all her cleavage to just below her breasts. The sides of the dress were open fishnets with large holes, and the back was open down to the base of her spine.

With her long blonde hair properly brushed to wavily flow down to the mid back, Susan knew she looked irresistible.

“What do you think?” she asked her husband, who looked up from reading a medical research paper.

To her delight, his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped; he stared at her like a deer in headlights, completely under her spell.

“Alexa, dim the lights,” Susan said, and then her husband saw her dress glow in the dark.

Her husband could only stare at her lustfully.  Sadly, since he was wearing nothing but boxers, Susan could see that Michael still was having trouble manifesting a hard-on.

Susan sat on her husband’s loins, and wiggled her rear a little, hoping to get a reaction, but didn’t.

She crossed her legs and placed them on top of his, while her husband’s hand found its way to her lower leg and started to caress up the leg from the outside.

Susan then put her tablet on the stand, and went to her video call app, selecting Martin’s icon and pressing the audio call button.  After a few rings, Martin answered.

“Hi guys,” he answered politely.

“Hi there, lover,” responded Susan, “Are you studying alone now?  Not partying with friends, right?”

“Umm…no…I’m studying now,” Martin answered honestly.  Well, Susan and Michael suspected he would typically be studying, alone, and almost available to their beck and call; they had committed to never let his grades slip throughout their seduction of him after all.

“Good boy!  May I share with you a secret, please?  Just between the three of us?” asked Susan gently.

“Of course.  I haven’t told anybody anything,” Martin replied earnestly.

Of course, you haven’t, thought Susan, as you don’t know anyone.  This was one of the major reasons they selected hardworking Chinese students for their plan.

“Turn on your video,” commanded Susan.  She knew she had established herself as the dominant one in their relationship.

Susan turned on her video at the same time as Martin and was delighted when Martin went bug-eyed over her glow-in-the-dark neon lingerie dress.  The dress did have shock value, but only when women like her wore it, Susan noted with pride.  She felt her husband’s hand start to move up past her knee and onto her outer thigh, slowly circling her knee and thigh; clearly, he enjoyed the thought of Martin watching him appreciate her perfectly toned long legs.

“Like my dress?” asked Susan.  Martin could only nod and stare as her husband’s hand started to move up her outside thigh, slowly spreading his fingers across the front of her thigh that faced the tablet.

“Still on for tomorrow?  How about seven thirty so you get home earlier to study….and the same place as the last date?” inquired Susan, emphasizing the location.  She hoped Martin would get the hint, especially as she felt her husband Michael’s hand start to reach the point where her dress ended.

As Michael’s hand started to push her dress hem along, revealing more leg, Martin just nodded on screen, hypnotized by Susan’s beauty.  To test him, she shook her long wavy hair so some landed down the front of her dress and over her breasts.

“Yes.  I’ll be waiting for you at the same spot,” blurted out a starstruck Martin.

“OK…it’ll be fun!  I promise!” Susan ended the call and began tongue-kissing her husband.

It was date night again.

After an early dinner with her husband, Susan rushed into her walk-in closet and searched for the right outfit for her evening with Martin.  After fumbling through her section for sexy clothes, she picked out a matching white lace bra and panty set.  On top, she covered herself with a tight, form-fitting white satin long-sleeved buttoned blouse, and put on a tight black micro skirt that only covered about a third of her thighs.  Normally she only wore the skirt with her husband inside the house, but since she would be taking Martin to the secluded Lookout Hill again, she wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her like this.

On her way out, she made sure to walk past her husband, and he dropped his research papers in awe of his beautiful wife.  Susan smiled, did a slow spin, and waved her beautiful long wavy blonde hair, then bent over to the side to show how the skirt accentuated her firm, toned buttocks.  She then walked over to her husband and they kissed passionately; she felt his hand reach up her leg but had to stop him as she was late.  She stepped away, blew Michael a kiss goodbye, and quickly strode to the exit of the garage.  After picking a pair of heels, she opened the automatic garage door and jumped out the door to rush into the car.

In the car, she made a quick FaceTime call to Martin, being sure to only show her face, and told him she would be over a little later, around seven forty.  He just stared at her, starstruck by her gorgeous face surrounded by glowing long blonde hair.  She smiled at him and made a kissing motion before hanging up.

After backing out and leaving her gated community, she drove quickly to the complex, where Martin was waiting for her.  Again, she quietly called her husband and left the phone in her purse which Martin couldn’t see, and exited the car with the engine still running.  Martin’s jaw dropped when he saw her walk around the front, and his eyes gazed from her beautiful face down to her wavy long blonde hair to her firm young breasts encased in the satin blouse.  Then he looked down further as she turned her back to him to enter the passenger side, and he admired her firm toned buttocks and long toned gorgeous legs as they elegantly moved Susan in front of the passenger door.

She then turned and used her finger to indicate to Martin to get into the car; she did so urgently because even though no one was around now, she was afraid someone would come by and notice them.

Martin, wearing another short-sleeved shirt and shorts, quickly and obediently jumped into the car and began driving upon Susan’s command.  Once they cleared the university, Susan unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned her back against the passenger door, and stretched her legs over the armrest and onto Martin’s lap.  Shocked, Martin slowed the car down; careful enough to know how to drive and have fun at the same time, Susan noted.

Susan then leaned in closer to Martin, and he turned and looked at her hopefully, but didn’t make the first move.  Good, thought Susan, as Martin was under her spell and wouldn’t become aggressive or forceful.  She then leaned in and kissed him lovingly, pressing her lips against his to open his mouth and play tongue games for a short moment, before Martin had to return his attention to driving.

While driving, one of Martin’s hands went to his lap and wrapped around Susan’s lower leg, slowly feeling over the top until he reached the knee, then a little further up her thigh.

All the while Susan marveled at how he was able to pay attention to driving and arrive at Lookout Hill without swerving off course, though it was not much of a challenge as there were no other cars on these secluded roads, so the only distractions were Susan’s perfect legs.  Susan noted that he only began fondling her legs after she gave some very big hints that it was alright, which meant that Martin wasn’t getting ahead of himself and was still under her complete control.

When they arrived at Lookout Hill, Susan quickly pointed out a secluded parking spot near the bottom of the hill for them to stop at, as she didn’t want to waste time and wanted him home studying by nine-thirty.  During this time, Martin’s hand had become confident enough to glide over her knee and fondle some of her thighs.  However, his fingers were unable to reach the hem of her micro skirt.

As Martin parked the car, Susan reached over and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his short-sleeved shirt, and gave him a peck on the cheek.  As Susan predicted, he waited until he had pulled the parking brake and turned off the engine before he turned to face Susan, hoping for some tongue action.

Smiling at him, Susan ran her hand lovingly through his hair, nodded, and leaned a little forward, removing his glasses and placing them on the dashboard, then placed her hands on his face.  Martin dived in, placed his open mouth over hers, and began sucking her face like in mainstream films.  After a while he ran his hands through her golden blonde hair and wrapped his open mouth over hers, and stuck his tongue inside; she reached out with hers and their tongue dance began.

As their breathing became heavier, Susan broke off the kissing and started nibbling on his lips and chin, while Martin did the same.  Her hands left his face and unbuttoned more of his shirt, while his hands rested on the top of her lower legs.  As she removed the last few buttons, Martin slid his hands over her knees and leaning into her, managed to get his hands over her thighs.

Susan then broke off the gentle face kissing and looked between Martin’s open shirt; his upper torso was lean, his chest was athletically built, and his stomach was generally flat with a few abdominal muscles starting to protrude.  I’m going to be enjoying this much more than I thought.

She reached in with her hands and felt his smooth skin, wonderous at the contrast between her pearly white hands fondling his firm, hard body.  While doing so she removed his shirt without complaint from Martin.  She let her hands run up over his nipples, then down the center of his torso to the top of his shorts.

Holding onto his belt buckle, Susan managed to pull her legs back over the dashboard to her side, then pulled herself over to Martin to suck on his nipples.  Martin’s breathing increased, and he tried to gently pull Susan closer, but the raised hand brake and gear shift got in the way.  Susan giggled for a moment.

“Not enough space here.  Let’s get this date going in the back seat.”

With that, Susan reclined her seat a bit and managed to wiggle into the back seat from between the two front seats, but at times had to push her derriere in Martin’s face to do so.

He in turn helped a little by pushing on her sexy bum, then helping to hold her legs as she clambered across, allowing his hands to slide down them to get a good feel too.

Susan laughed and said “that was a little too tight.  Recline your seat back and get back here.”

Martin obediently did that and as he climbed over, Susan wrapped her legs underneath his armpits and helped pull him over the reclined front driver’s seat.  As he slid over, she grabbed his belt buckle to speed up the transition and managed to get it open too.  Too focused on pulling his zipper down, she yanked hard with her legs, and Martin ended up collapsing unintentionally face flat on her breasts.

As she giggled, Martin placed one hand on the edge of the car seat and the other on her knee, feeling up her thigh slowly towards her micro skirt.

“Sorry,” said Martin as he raised his head from her cleavage, and Susan saw a look of absolute terror on her face.

Susan shook her head reassuringly and whispered close to his lips, “Don’t be.  I enjoyed it.  It’s OK.”

She also reassured herself that Martin was still not trying to take advantage of the situation beyond what she explicitly allowed.

While Susan looked at Martin to calm him, he tried to raise himself off her, but since they were lying on the back car seat with his back leaning towards the front, he lost balance and rolled back.  As her legs were still wrapped around his mid-back, Martin’s momentum took Susan with him, and they rolled gently onto the car floor with him lying comfortably on his back, Susan on top, her legs still wrapped around his mid-back.

Lying face to face, Martin pulled her face to his and they began their tongue dancing again in earnest, breathing more heavily now, and her hair fell on both sides of their faces.  After a while of this, Susan kissed down his chin and his chest to his nipples, taking each one in her mouth and sucking on them for a moment.

After a while, Susan lifted herself and noticed that both she and Martin were breathing heavily.

She let her hands slide down his face and over both his nipples, then gently sat back, and felt his erection poking against the back of her micro skirt.  She lifted her buttocks, slid both her hands under to the top of his shorts, and leaned forward and after open-mouth kissing him, she whispered, “May I?” while tugging on his shorts.

Martin looked a little nervous, even though he nodded, signaling his enthusiastic consent to more intimacy.

Susan carefully lowered the rest of his zipper, opened his shorts completely, and noticed his erection trapped in his briefs.  She kept her eyes locked on Martin’s as she slowly pulled his shorts down to his knees; Martin’s breathing increased in pace, as did hers.  She then paused, and ran her hand over the bulge in his briefs, causing him to thrust up involuntarily against her palm.

“May I?” she asked gently again, gently rubbing her palm up and down the bulge in his briefs.

Martin swallowed nervously.

“It’s OK lover.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” she whispered reassuringly.

After some heavy panting, Martin nodded his head compliantly again.

With his permission granted, Susan pulled his briefs down to his knees, and his erection popped out.

Being an average-sized man, his penis was average-sized when erect, but it would be enough, Susan thought.  She looked again at Martin, who nodded, understanding her request despite the words not being spoken.  With that, she ran her fingers along the length of his shaft, noticing the contrast of her white-pinkish fingertips stroking his dark yellow shaft.

After studying his hard-on, Susan rubbed the base of his glans, causing Martin to thrust involuntarily against her hand.  She then pressed his glans against his pelvic bone, so that his penis was flat and pointing up towards his face, and sat back down on him.  She felt a thrust along the bottom of her skirt in response.

Feeling a little uncomfortable with her legs still wrapped around Martin’s mid-back, Susan grabbed the back seat edge and pushed herself up.  Martin tried to follow, but with his shorts and briefs around his knees, he was having difficulty moving, so Susan used her legs to drag him up and over her.  She grabbed his penis with both hands and stroked it to keep it hard; Martin reached down and slid his shorts and briefs off.  Susan took a second to look Martin up and down as she realized he was now completely naked in front of her.

Susan then lowered her legs so they were wrapped around Martin’s waist, and then leaned back and rolled so that he landed on top of her.  They began kissing lovingly, and Martin put one hand on one of her breasts; Susan let out a growl of lust in response.

Martin quickly got up, and the look of fear in his eyes told Susan he was afraid that he touched her breast without her permission.  He gently and lovingly brushed her long blonde wavy hair away from her face, and she smiled at him and nodded seductively.  He then looked down and began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, using his thumbs to touch her skin; Susan suspected that like her, he was enjoying the sight of his yellow tannish fingertips sliding over her creamy white flesh.

Once Martin had completely unbuttoned Susan’s blouse, he carefully pulled it out of the micro skirt and with his fingers, searched along the waistband of her skirt for a way to loosen it; Susan just placed her hand gently on his and shook her head.  She wouldn’t have minded, but she wanted to test her power over Martin.  He nodded understandingly, and instead kissed his way up the center line of her flat stomach to her breasts, and started kissing the top of her breast and sucking around her bra cup.  Susan started to breathe even more heavily, as did Martin. 

She raised her head and said, “Put your hands inside my blouse, at my back, virgin boy.”

Martin did as he was told, and his fingers awaited Susan’s next command.

“Follow the bra strap to the center of my back,” said Susan.

He did and his fingers found her bra clasp.

“It’s like a hook on the side.  Push both sides together and lift off,” instructed Susan.

She felt Martin’s hands do exactly that, and felt the cups of her bra lift a little off her breasts.

She knew he realized too as she felt his hands pull the bra straps out and then lift her bra off, exposing her breasts and nipples to the cool air of the car.  She looked at Martin’s gaze and followed his eyes down to her wide and aroused areolae.  She smiled at her virgin lover.

“That means you got me really aroused, so help yourself,” Susan encouraged.

With that Martin began licking and sucking her nipples, then kissing circles around her breasts, alternating between them.  Susan started to moan in ecstasy, and the pace of her breathing caught up with Martin’s.

She wrapped her legs tightly around Martin’s waste and used them to pull him closer to her breasts, their motions falling into an intimate rhythm of mutual pleasure.  Even Martin was starting to breathe very excitedly now.

Susan then used her legs to pull Martin closer, and felt his erection slide across the edge of her micro skirt.  It was then she remembered he was completely naked with her.  Lustfully, she reached her hands out, feeling down his chest until her fingers touched the top of his angry glans, and with both hands, started to play with his glans and slide her fingers up and down his shaft.  Susan began to moan as the stimulation Martin was giving to her breasts and nipples was starting to have an effect; she also felt Martin involuntarily thrust his hard-on onto her hands from time to time.

Susan then rolled Martin against the back seat with her legs, and then rolled herself to face the front, so her legs were spread open, with one pinned to the back seat rest by Martin’s body, the other on the floor.  She felt his hard penis lying on her micro skirt over her thigh, so she grabbed it tightly and started to jack it while rubbing her thumb along where his glans and shaft met, and he signaled his enjoyment by periodically thrusting into her hand.

Martin put one of his hands on the leg he had pinned to the back seat and started gliding his hand from her inner lower leg to her knee, then he slowly brought it over her smooth thigh and his fingers went straight to the edge of her panties.  He then lifted the other leg from the floor, planted gentle soft kisses on her inner lower leg, and slowly kissed his way up beyond her knee, and down her inner thigh.  His kissing stopped just at the hem of her micro skirt as he realized he was almost at the crotch of her panties; she could feel his nervousness and control as he breathed heavily on her loins. 

She then looked up at him and whispered, “Please Martin…stroke me through my panties.”

Martin’s hand then rested on her inner thigh, and slowly slid into the opening of her micro skirt, until his fingertips found the edge of her lace panties.  He then repeated with his other hand, sliding it on her other inner thigh until it reached the other edge of her panties.  He began by pressing and rubbing hard on top of her panties to feel around her crotch, and she felt him trace his fingers on top of her inner labia lips back and forth.  She grunted as his fingers met at her clitoris and rubbed it hard.  Then he began to stimulate her labia lips by rubbing his fingers up and down them through her panties, and Susan began moaning and bucking her vulva towards Martin’s fingers in an enthusiastic response.

Meanwhile, Susan was also stroking his erection very aggressively, and Martin was thrusting into her fist with a rhythm that he eventually matched with his fingers against her labia lips.  As they continued their manual stimulation of each other’s genitals in rhythm, their breathing soon matched pace, as did their primal grunts.

Martin then pushed himself behind Susan, forcing her to continue stroking his erection with only one hand, while using her thumb to rub his glans.  This proved to be enough stimulation as he continued to thrust into her hand at the same rhythm as before.  He was only now able to reach underneath her micro skirt with one hand, so used two fingers to continually rub up and down her panties to stimulate her labia lips, and a finger in the middle that pressed hard on the crotch of her panties so it somewhat pushed into her inner labia, and rubbed hard against her clitoris.

All the while, Susan was amazed they were able to keep their motions in rhythm, including her hips which were now thrusting against his fingers to increase the sensation.

This continued for some time as they both closed their eyes ad concentrated on the action on their genitals.  Throughout this their breathing increased rapidly and they both grunted and growled lustfully, and in unison.  This continued even when the alarm on Susan’s phone went off; she had deliberately set it to nine fifteen in the evening so she could stop herself if things were getting out of hand.

Finally, after a few more minutes of Martin rubbing her labia lips through her panties and her giving him a hand job, Susan closed her thighs tight on his hand to stop his finger motions.  At first, she continued to buck her loins against his fingers involuntarily, even though Martin had obediently stopped his rubbing, but regained control of her emotions and taking his hand, opened her thighs and placed his hand on the outside of her skirt.

Since she had one leg pinned between the back seat and Martin, Susan was able to wrap her legs around his waist again.  She let go of his erection and used her legs to pull her up close to him, and felt his erection rub against her inner thigh, which he involuntarily thrust against a few times before managing to stop himself.  Once he had cooled down, Susan reached over to her purse and pulled out her phone to stop the alarm.

They looked at each other lovingly, and soon they were touching tongues for a bit, then the kiss ended as Susan leaned her head back.  Martin then kissed down her chin and jumped to one exposed breast to suck the nipple, then licked the other nipple, as Susan’s blouse was still open.

“How was I?” asked Martin, still recovering his breath.

“You were wonderful,” replied Susan sincerely.

“You were amazing,” admitted Martin.

Susan nodded knowingly.

She then leaned her head on his shoulder and asked, “So, are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Martin just nodded obediently.

Susan smiled at how much control she had over him.

“But we’re confidential, remember?” asked Susan.  It was a rhetorical question, as she knew based on the frequency that they called Martin that he didn’t have any friends to tell anyway, and he was honorable, plus too shy to talk.

Martin again nodded obediently. “I swear, not a soul.  You are in charge.  I’ll do whatever you want.  And when you’re done, I’m gone.  No questions, no calls.  I’ll leave you alone.  Promise.”

Susan looked up into his eyes and smiled. “Good boy.”

With that, she kissed him on the lips, and held her phone up to take a selfie of the two. “Something just for the three of us, so we can remember this beautiful moment we shared.”

And she snapped the pic of her wrapped around her lover, beautiful legs around his waist, hiding his naked loins.  She leaned on his toned arm and shoulder, blouse open and breasts showing.  Her long wavy golden blonde hair covered her upper torso, while his lean fit body was completely naked.  Her beautiful face and his below-average face stare happily at the viewers of the photo.

She then opened her phone to show Martin, her new boyfriend, their first photo together.  Martin’s eyes opened in awe, and he turned to Susan.

"You look so beautiful,” he said, and with that comment, they began kissing gently and touching tongues.

Very sweet, Susan thought, but she knew she was very beautiful, as she was once a model.

After some kissing, Susan broke away, then emailed the pic to her husband and Martin, adding, “This is just for the three of us.  No one else must know.”

“I won’t show anyone, I promise,” Martin solemnly avowed.  His hand began to explore her lower leg again and slowly glided up the inside, then down her inner thigh, reaching a little under her micro skirt.

Susan started to breathe more excitedly, but swallowed deeply and said, “No more tonight please, lover.  I’m exhausted.  And I want you to get home in time so you can study.”

Martin nodded and withdrew his hand, upon which Susan unwrapped her legs from around him, allowing him to exit and checking outside to ensure no one was around, he quickly redressed and got back into the driver’s seat.

Susan, on the other hand, just closed the rear door, and sat in the middle of the back seat, directly in front of the rearview mirror, and buttoned up the bottom few buttons of her blouse.

Martin found his glasses and put them back on, and Susan caught his eyes looking at her half-open blouse; she smiled but did not put her bra back on, and instead just tossed it onto the front passenger seat and buckled herself up.

As Martin put the car into drive and pulled out, Susan caught his eyes and smiled seductively at him, then put both her legs up on top of the armrest between the front seats and crossed them.  Martin carefully took control of the steering with his left hand, and his right landed on her lower leg and began to feel it up; Susan purred in the enjoyment of his soft caresses and widened the open top section of her blouse.

Susan closed her eyes, her breathing quickening as Martin’s hands slip up her thighs; she enjoyed the desire his fingertips possessed as they attempted to reach further than the bottom of her thighs.  She stretched her arms up and behind to push her breasts forward and felt Martin’s hand responding by increasing the frequency of his fondling up and down her legs.

As this continued, Susan opened her legs a little and managed to show the crotch of her panties; she delighted as Martin’s eyes gazed lustfully at them through the rearview mirror, his fingers trying to reach further up her thighs.  Giving up on her loins, Martin focused on continually feeling up and down inside her legs, and looked disappointed as she began buttoning up the rest of her blouse, with no intention of putting her bra back on.

With her blouse back on, she straightened her back against the back seat, and Martin’s hand slid down her thigh a bit but remained on top of her thigh above the knee.  She saw him glancing at her chest in the rearview mirror and looked down to notice that her still semi-aroused nipples were poking through the tight blouse stubbornly.  Susan loved the way he touched her legs and her breasts were responding.

Now closer to the university district of town, Susan slowly slid her legs back through the armrest; Martin didn’t move his hand so it slid down along the top of her leg until she got her feet behind the armrest.  From there Martin moved his hand back to the gear shift while Susan put her feet down on the floor and began fixing her long wavy blonde hair.

Once they entered the road where Martin’s condo was, Susan glanced all around quickly to ensure nobody was around and motioned to Martin to stop further behind the building so no one could see them.  Once he parked the car, they both opened the car doors on the same side and got out, facing each other.  Susan closed her door and checked over her shoulder and up above to make sure no prying eyes were around.

She then grabbed Martin in for an open mouth kiss, and soon his arms were around her as they did their tongue dance.  Susan placed one of her hands over his, and slid it slowly down the side of her body, then over her buttocks, and her micro skirt, and placed it under her thigh.

She then lifted that leg and wrapped it behind his waist, pulling him tight against her, using his hand that she positioned to keep her balance.  She felt the tip of his hardness brush against the crotch of her panties, and involuntarily they both bucked their loins toward each other, getting a little more contact.

After a few cycles of trying to rub the tip of his hardness against the crotch of her panties, Susan broke off the kiss and pushed back to end the date.  She saw Martin standing in front of her with disappointment on his face and a giant lump in his shorts.  She reached over and tried to relieve some of the pressure on his penis with the palm of her hand.

“Go up.  If you need to, masturbate to get rid of your urges.  But get to sleep soon as tomorrow you have classes.”

Martin nodded obediently, kissed her goodbye on her lips, and walked to the back entrance of his condo.

Susan quickly got into the driver’s seat, breathing heavier than usual due to the final stimulation she obtained from Martin, and quickly drove back to her home.  She was careful not to speed, but she was anxious to get back to her husband in her current aroused state and hoped he was equally as aroused from watching their sexual antics in the car from the hidden cameras.

When she arrived home, Susan stopped the car on the circular driveway, grabbed her bra off the passenger’s side seat, and rushed off to the front doors of the house.  She quickly unlocked the door, entered, and shut it quickly behind her, kicking off her shoes and looking for her husband.  She saw the light of the master bedroom on upstairs, and rushed up the steps, dropping her bra on the floor and unbuttoning her blouse.

She managed to get her blouse off by the time she reached the open double doors to their bedroom.

When she opened them, she saw her husband Michael seated on their giant canopy bed; it was a giant-sized reproduction of a Louis XV gold leaf-styled canopy bed, complete with drapery and fancy bed sheets.  She smiled fondly at the sight of her husband on it, completely naked, rubbing lubricant on his enormous, erect girth while staring at the picture she took with her new boyfriend Martin on the large screen TV in their room.

Susan joined her husband on the bed and they began kissing passionately as he reached behind her and unzipped her microskirt.  She stood up on the bed as Michael grabbed the top of her skirt and gave a hard tug to slide it down a bit; he then put his hands on both sides of her hip, pressing hard against her while sliding them down.  Susan remarked at his clever multitasking idea as he was able to caress her legs while sliding off her micro skirt.  When he got it to her ankles, she stepped one foot out and used the other to kick the skirt toward the walk-in closet.

Grabbing her waist again, her husband pulled her loins right into his face, and she felt his open mouth kiss the center of her panties, purposely rubbing her clitoris and the top of her inner labia lips.  Susan began to breathe more heavily and involuntarily began thrusting her crotch into his mouth, allowing Michael to nibble and lick at it, further stimulating her labia lips.  Soon Michael was breathing heavily, and she could feel his warm breath against her labia, whose inner lips were now swelling with lust.

Suddenly Susan pushed her husband’s hands off her waist, and grabbed the back of his head, forcing it against her panties.  She then wrapped one leg on top of his shoulder and around his head, then did the same with the other; she was now seated on his shoulders with her loins pushed against his face, her husband moving his lips and tongue against her underwear to stimulate her.

Susan moaned in heat and thrust hard against her husband’s mouth, attempting to get more of the crotch of her panties on top.  She continued attempting to push her panties into his face, using her legs as leverage.  While doing so, her husband’s hands grabbed her ankles and then glided up her legs, using his palms to caress the top of her legs and fingers the outside as he made his way over her knees and up her thighs.

Unfortunately, Michael lost his balance and he fell back, his head landing comfortably on the pillow as Susan, with legs still wrapped around his head, moved with him.  As he fell back, she felt his nose and lips slide from her clitoris and over her labia lips so that his mouth was now firmly pressed against the crotch of her panties, and she was seated on his face, with her legs resting on the beautiful golden headrest of the bed.

Soon her husband was nibbling hard on the crotch of her panties, and Susan anchored her feet on both sides of the decorative headrest, using it as support so she could use her legs to pull herself and her panties up and down over her husband’s mouth and tongue.  At this point, both she and her husband were breathing very heavily, and she noticed that at times he would thrust his erection up.

Deciding not to waste any more time on foreplay, Susan put her arms behind her and lifted her crotch off of Michael’s face; as she leaned back, she was able to blow on his glans, while her golden blonde hair fell across his rock-hard six-pack.  She then felt her husband’s fingers in the waistline of her panties, using the friction of his palms to pull them down while his fingertips enjoyed the feel of her perfect legs.

Once he got her panties to her knees, he dove his face right into her vulva, and began nibbling and licking her inner labia lips; he held her waist in the process, allowing her to rub her labia lips up and down against his mouth and tongue.  The extra support allowed Susan to kick off her panties.

She then looked behind her and noticed Michael’s monstrous erection begin to wane in strength.

In haste she used her feet and hands to crawl backward while facing up, over her husband’s hardness, and sat on his lap, legs bent so her feet were at either side of his chest.

Susan then leaned forward, grasped his well-lubricated penis, and roughly rubbed the glans against her clitoris, then along the slit between her inner labia lips, and up again.  She repeated this about five more times, then pressed her husband’s shaft on her labia lips, and using her arms and legs as supports, began rubbing her labia along his shaft.

The sensation of Michael’s penis rubbing lubricant onto her labia lips excited Susan, and she started to moan in ecstasy.  Then her husband crunched his six-pack to pull himself up alongside her, and grasping her thighs, began thrusting against her labia; only then did Susan notice he was moaning too.  After some more of this pussy job, their breathing and moaning aligned, and their thrusting reached a rhythm.  Then Susan felt a very large, hard bulbous glans push sensuously against her clitoris, eliciting a very loud moan from her.

Having regained a fully hard erection, Michael then began attempting to thrust into her; he managed to slide his penis between her labia lips and now his glans was stimulating her inner labia.  Susan began thrusting and rotating her hips, causing wet slapping sounds to come from their now mutually lubricated genitalia.  When Susan felt his glans slide on top of her vaginal hole, she angled her body so that his erection was pointing directly at it, and slowly began sliding down his shaft.  Due to all the lubricant her husband had applied to himself, his penis easily slid into her vagina, impaling her.

Susan threw her head back and groaned in pleasure.

Her husband then lifted her a little, then slammed her down hard on his erection, thrusting up with his hips for extra penetration.  It started slowly at first, but soon he increased his tempo until he was rapidly pumping up into her, filling the quiet house with the wet slapping noises of lovemaking.  Susan put in her effort as well, grabbing onto her husband’s shoulders and forcing herself violently onto his hardness, moaning, and growling as she did so.

Michael then grabbed both her legs and put them over his shoulder, and holding them with both arms wrapped around, began pushing her thighs against his chest while thrusting up into her.  The extra penetration and shift in angle transformed Susan’s moaning ritual into repeated cries of carnal joy.  She wrapped her legs around his head for a better grip, and put her hands behind her, using her legs to pull her in closer and her hands to push her into her husband’s hard penis.

Meanwhile, her husband began thrusting ever so harder, faster, and upwards into her, grunting and growling with primal focus.  At this point, they were in a good rhythm, as Susan could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.  Suddenly Michael thrust so hard, pushing his hips up so far that Susan fell back onto the bed, so he moved his legs behind him, kneeling on the bed, pinning her knees against her with his shoulders, and began pumping down hard and fast into her.

As Susan was breathing to the beat of her husband’s thrusting, she managed to bend her neck so she could see herself, and admired how Michael’s pumping caused her breasts to bounce wildly.  She closed her eyes to revel in the intimacy of the moment, and began moaning loudly along with her breathing; she also felt her husband’s hands grasp both her shoulders, pulling her into him on each thrust.  Soon her husband’s heavy breathing was augmented with his primal grunting, and he involuntarily thrust hard and deep into her, crying out at the same time, and Susan felt some hot semen hit her cervix.

Suddenly Susan’s body spasmed in orgasm, and she cried out in joy.  Then her husband Michael again involuntarily pumped into her and orgasmed, crying out and squirting some more warm, sticky semen into her.  Susan’s body responded naturally by spasming again, and again she cried out in ecstasy.  This pattern continued a few more times until Michael stopped ejaculating, although he tried thrusting into her a little more, hoping to get more semen into her.  However, it was clear he was spent.

Exhausted, Susan used her legs to roll her husband off of her, and he collapsed beside her on the bed.

After recuperating for a few minutes, Susan rolled on top of her husband and they kissed tenderly.

Then she shared with him her grave diagnosis. “I need to get back from my dates sooner, otherwise your erection starts to go soft.”

Michael nodded weakly.

“Maybe we can have him move into the guest house.  Our excuse can be he needs to be closer by for you to help him with his studies.”

Her husband turned to her and lovingly touched tongues with her, then asked calmly, “You really want his virginity, don’t you?”

Susan looked her beloved husband in the eye and nodded firmly.  Martin was sort of ugly, but he had nice smooth skin, and she wanted to deflower him, probably because she had never deflowered a man before.

She then closed her eyes to rest a little, plus devise a scheme to take Martin’s virginity.