Susan Sucks Off the Neighbor Boy While Waiting for Husband to Fuck Her

One afternoon, Susan made herself a turkey sandwich for lunch, and sat down at the table in the breakfast nook to eat it. As her backside met the chair, she felt the butt plug her husband Jim had inserted into her ass before he’d left for work that morning. “Nnngh,” she groaned slightly, wincing a bit at the pain, but also enjoying it.

Jim had picked out a nice thick butt plug: “I want you to feel it, honey, and stretch out your ass a little,” he’d told his wife that morning. “I want you to keep it up there all day, as a reminder of the ass-fucking I’m going to give you tonight.” Susan had nodded obediently: It was part of their current sex game: She was more passive, agreeing to anything her husband—her master, in this game—told her to do.

The butt plug was having Jim’s desired effect on Susan: Now that she felt the hard piece of molded plastic pushing up into her asshole, she could think of nothing other than the fucking her husband was going to give her this evening. She dropped her turkey sandwich on the plate—her appetite was gone; she couldn’t think about eating now.

She reached down to touch her pussy. She was wearing a very short skirt that barely covered her thighs. It was loose and pleated: she liked to have access to her pussy whenever she felt like stroking it. That’s what she did now, rubbing her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties. The panties were already soaked: ever since Jim had shoved the butt plug up her as she lay across Jim’s lap this morning, she’d been in a near-constant state of arousal.

Susan slid two fingers past her panties and into her pussy and moved them in and out. Shit, she could cum right now if she wanted! But what had Jim said? “Not only do I want you to keep that thing up your ass, I also want you to avoid any orgasm all day. You hear me? All day. I want my fucking you tonight to be the first time you’ve cum all day.”

Susan grinned at the memory of Jim’s words. That bastard! He knew exactly what would test me, what would be my biggest challenge all day. Wanting to obey her husband’s orders, she took her fingers out of her pussy and could not resist putting them into her mouth, licking her pussy juice off them. They tasted delicious.

Susan realized that if she didn’t do something to distract herself, she’d make herself cum. So she got up and went out the back door into their back yard. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she stood on the patio, feeling the warm sun. She wore a thin, scoop-neck t-shirt with no bra, so her big tits could wobble with freedom. She smoothed her short pleated skirt as she stood wearing tan platform high heels—she wore heels almost constantly, since she liked the way they made her legs look, and the way they tilted her ass up in the air invitingly.

Susan looked over into her next-door neighbor’s yard and saw the Davidsons’ son Timmy. He was of legal age, Susan thought, but he was also kind of innocent, a good-looking kid wearing shorts and an old Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt that had probably once belonged to his dad. He stood tossing a football up into the air and catching it; he was alone.

“Hi, Timmy!” Susan called, smiling and waving. Timmy whirled around to the sound of Susan’s voice—he hadn’t realized she was there. “Um, hi, Mrs. Smith,” he said, gulping when he saw Susan—and Susan’s sexy little outfit. Susan could feel the boy’s eyes do a quick up-and-down examination of her, taking in her high heels, her long legs, her short skirt, her tight t-shirt, and her big, friendly eyes. Susan loved it when any man, no matter how young, appreciated her body.

There was no fence separating their yards, and so Susan, impulsively, pointed to the football Timmy was holding, and said, “Hey, toss it here!” She held out her arms to receive a catch.