Susie and the Boys, Part 1

My name is Justin and my wife is Susie. We are a normal looking couple in our early thirties with two young children in grade school, but we have a dark secret. About once every month or two, Susie meets with teenage boys to have sex with them, and I like to watch whenever possible. Usually they are in groups of three or four, but occasionally more (her record so far is six). When I say “teenage” I mean between the ages of 12 and 16, but my wife does have two basic rules: they must be well into puberty (no pubes, no play, she likes to say), and they must not be obviously too immature to be able to handle sex and give informed consent. She also says that she prefers them 16 or younger because they are more “malleable” and easier for her to handle, especially in group settings. But before I regale you with some of those experiences, let me tell you how it all started.

I met Susie in high school and we dated a few times, but never had sex. Not that I didn’t want to. She was a cute 5’5″ tomboy type with perky B-cup tits (saw her in a bikini a few times), but for various reasons, things never got serious. We both went to different colleges after high school and I didn’t see her again until I graduated from college and started the first job of my career. I was home visiting my family and I ran into her at one of our old hangouts. We started dating again and things really clicked this time. Six months later we were married and a month after that she announced she was pregnant.

We had a great life, for the most part. Susie was a great lover, if not a little inhibited for my tastes, but I always got as much as I wanted. In fact, as we entered our 30’s I got the feeling that she would enjoy a lot more than I could provide. That’s when I started sharing my fantasy of watching her fuck other men, and even groups of men. For her part, my wife didn’t object to my fantasies, but she insisted that they stay just that. I’ll admit that was a bit disappointed, but maybe it was for the better if she wasn’t into it.

At that time we had some friends who had inherited the family lake cabin. They went there every weekend in the temperate months, but since it was a two hour drive one way, and we had young children, we didn’t take them up on all the offers to join them. But a couple of years ago, Susie’s mother offered to take the children for a week so that we could go off and send some time by ourselves. We didn’t have the money to really travel anywhere, but our friends offered to let us use their cabin. Five days to spend with each other without anybody else around sounded good to us, so we went for it.

At that time, my wife had only two bikinis. One was what I called her “mommy bikini” which was full coverage and padded so that even when wet, you couldn’t see anything. Modest doesn’t begin to describe it. Then there was her “sexy bikini” which was a string type, very revealing model that exposed more than it covered and became partly transparent when wet. I bought it for her one year hoping to get her to wear it at the cabin at some point (yes, I had fantasies of showing her off too), but she only wore it a couple of times for me in the bedroom. On this occasion, however, I convinced her to bring both. I also packed my digital camera with 15x optical zoom, on the off chance I could get some pictures of her wearing it. Maybe even going topless!

The cabin was small, but had all the modern convinces. The one thing they didn’t have on the property, however, was any kind of beach. There was a grassy hill that lead down to the dock where the boat was kept, but there wasn’t a good place to lay out and enjoy the sun. But, this lake had something that most didn’t: a small island. Most of it was covered in trees and bushes, except for one end which had a nice sandy beach, large enough for about a dozen people to enjoy without feeling crowded. On the weekends it was almost always full of people. But during the week, like most of the other cabins, it was deserted.

On Monday there were a few people still around (judging by the boat traffic), probably staying over one day from the weekend, so Susie wore her mommy bikini. I tried to talk her into wearing the other one, arguing that it was unlikely anybody else was at the beach, but no luck. We packed our cooler and food basket and took the boat over to the island around mid morning. There was two other older couples there that we knew casually, and when my wife saw them, she gave me that “I told you so” look. I just rolled my eyes as I beached the boat.

The other couples left in the early afternoon, saying they had to head back to the city. I tried to get Susie to go topless, but she just ignored me and kept reading her book. Another romance novel, or as I called them, porn light. I never understood her love for them. May as well just go on the internet and read the real thing; there’s plenty of erotic fiction to choose from after all.

The next morning I woke up to find my wife sucking on my cock. If you’ve never woken up that way, I recommend it. For me, it had been a long time since she’d done that, so I just laid back and enjoyed. Usually she won’t finish me with her mouth, but will climb up and ride me until one or both of us cums. But this time she kept going until I exploded in her mouth and swallowed all my jism. She hardly ever does that anymore, so I returned the favor. I licked and sucked on her bald cunt until she came, clamping my head between her thighs.

“You seem to be in a playful mood today.” I said at breakfast.

“Hmm, you liked the way I woke you up?” She asked, her eyes sparkling with erotic intent.

“Absolutely!