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About ten minutes later the phone rang.
“Tim, it’s Susan, Julie said you’d be free this evening, can I come over?”
“Sure, she’s out for the evening, so whatever time is good for you,” I replied.
“I’m on my way. Put on some soft music and pour me a glass of red wine, I’ll be right over.”
Susan lived just about a half mile away, so I knew she would be here shortly. I quickly did as she directed and poured her wine and dialed up a soft jazz station. My heart was racing, I didn’t know what to expect. I had lusted after this woman for a long time, but now I was so nervous it was incredible. I felt like a little school boy or a teenager going out on his first date.
A few minutes later the door bell rang. I opened the door and Susan walked in without waiting for an invitation. She is not normally a very forward or aggressive person, but I got the feeling she was trying to set the tone for the evening by letting me know she was in charge, not me.
I was somewhat disappointed to see she was wearing blue jeans, flats and a pull over sweater. I did notice, however, that she had on a lot of makeup, more than she normally wears. It looked really hot; bright red shiny lipstick, heavy eyebrows – just the way I like it. Her perfume was heavenly! She also carried a small overnight bag, which she promptly handed me as she brushed pass me at the door. I set her bag next to the couch in the family room.
“Where’s my wine?” she asked in a matter of fact tone.
I quickly retrieved her wine glass from the wet bar and handed it to her. She took a sip and set it on the coffee table. I watched her every move and inhaled the beautiful scent of her perfume. She went to her over night bag and pulled out a pair of men’s red silk boxers and a black nylon/spandex short sleeve short.
Handing them to me she said, “Go put these on and come right back.”
I nodded and went into the bedroom to change into what she gave me.
When I came back into the family room, she was seated on the couch, sipping her wine. I noticed a digital camera sitting on the coffee table. She looked me over and smiled to herself. For a fleeting moment I felt like I was in a meat market, being looked over by a prospective buyer.
“Lower the lights and light some candles,” she told me, “Then come stand in front of me.”
The mood was now set; soft music, candles, low lights and wine – she was starting to relax, completely sure of herself and in control. I was still nervous however, not sure how this night would turn out. I stood in front her, hands clasped behind my back.
“You know your wife told me all of your intimate secrets don’t you? There is nothing about your sex life I don’t know.”
I looked sheepishly at the floor, knowing she was exactly right.
“Yes, she told me,” I answered. I felt myself slipping into that wonderful sexually submissive mode; I knew I would be putty in her hands bahis siteleri tonight.
“Seems she’s given you up as a lost cause, said I could do whatever I wanted with you. But of course, at least according to her, you seem to be damaged goods.”
I looked up from the floor and our eyes met. She stood up and approached me, standing directly in front of me. She rubbed her hand on my chest, rubbing her finger nails lightly across the nylon/spandex material. She then reached into the front fly of my silk boxers and pulled out my semi-flaccid dick.
“So, it seems I have a challenge on my hands,” she said, smiling sarcastically at me as she fondled my cock. “You see, I have every intention of riding this hunk of meat as much as I want – and I have a feeling that will be quite a lot. After all, Julie has cast you aside and essentially given you to me to use as I please – right?”
I nodded affirmatively as she continued to fondle me and stare directly into my eyes.
Then, looking down at her perfectly manicured hand around my still semi-flaccid shaft, she said, “But, in order to have a nice ride and make me happy, this thing needs to get quite a bit harder, isn’t that right Timmy?”
Oh my God, she called me Timmy – treating me like a little boy! She was really playing to my submissive side now I thought to myself.
Looking back into my eyes she continued, “You DO want to make Miss Susan happy don’t you Timmy?” Her bright lips were inches from mine, almost as if she were daring me to kiss her.
I nodded yes to her question and swallowed hard.
“Good, I thought so,” she continued. “But before we get started, I need to do a little documentation. I promised Mary ‘before’ and ‘after’ shots of that hunk of meat you having hanging between your legs.”
She turned and picked up her camera from the coffee table, setting her now empty wine glass down at the same time.
“Pull your boxers down to your knees Timmy,” she said.
I did as she directed. She began snapping pictures of my semi-flaccid cock from a variety of angles.
“Ooo, that’s nice Timmy,” she cooed, “Mary would never have believed this without these pictures.”
When she had enough pictures she said, “Okay pull your boxers back up and get Miss Susan some more wine.”
I went to the wet bar and poured her another glass. As I handed it to her, she picked up her overnight bag and walked toward the master bedroom.
“I’m going to change into something a little more to your liking, don’t play with yourself while I’m gone Timmy,” she said smiling.
She walked off into the bedroom, overnight bag and glass of wine in hand.
Susan was gone for at least 15-20 minutes, during which time I went completely flaccid. I was sitting on the couch when I heard the bedroom door open. There is a short hallway between the master bedroom and the family room – we have hardwood floors throughout. I heard her high heels clicking canlı bahis siteleri on the hardwood floor before I saw her. I looked up as she entered the room and gulped!
There in front of me stood the woman of my dreams. I had jerked off thinking about her hundreds of times! My cock immediately began to stir. Susan stood on the edge of the family room, hands on her hips. She wore a micro-mini, form-fitting, leopard print spandex skirt with a wide black leather belt. On her legs were sheer black nylon pantyhose. The skirt was so short I knew the pantyhose had to be sheer-to-the-waist, no panty line was visible. She wore four inch, black patent leather, pointed toe, stiletto high heels. Her blouse was long sleeve, extremely sheer, black nylon and see-through, with no bra underneath. Needless to say, her gorgeous tits were in full view behind the sheer nylon. I took in the view, literally staring from head to toe. My cock stirred some more and began to rise to attention. Susan had also freshened up her make up, adding even more. She now wore large, gold hoop earrings as well.
Without saying a word, she strutted over to the wet bar and poured herself yet another glass of wine. When I say “strutted”, I mean like one of those super-models coming down the runway at a high priced fashion show, one foot in front of the other in a very exaggerated way – very hot! I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was now fully erect, my 8+ inch cock poking up through the fly in my silk boxers. Susan strutted back over and stood in front of me, looking down at my now fully erect cock.
“Well, looks like this wasn’t much of a challenge after all,” she stated, “It’s even bigger than I thought, this is gonna be fun! Wait until Mary sees what she missed out on!”
Susan grabbed the camera and told me to stand up.
“Take off the boxers Timmy,” she said directly.
I tossed them aside. She moved to my side and took several profile shots of my erect dick jutting out from my body. She then went to her purse and took out a black eyebrow pencil.
“I’m staking claim to this thing before Mary sees these pictures,” she said in a fairly serious voice.
She then wrote “Susan’s property” on each side of my cock with the eyebrow pencil. She stood back and admired her handy work. Grabbing the camera, she took more pictures of my now labeled cock.
“Mary will get a kick out of these,” she said as she set her camera back down.
As she bent over to set her camera on the coffee table, I could see her ass covered in the sheer black nylon – no panties to obstruct the view! My suspicion of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose was confirmed.
Susan caught me staring at her nylon covered ass and smiled.
“You want to see the front too?” she asked coyly as she lifted the front of her mini skirt.
Again I swallowed hard as I stared at her beautiful, completely shaven cunt in the sheer nylon. She then sat down in the easy chair canlı bahis across from the couch and crossed her legs seductively.
“Of course, you’re not very interested in my ass or pussy, are you Timmy?” she asked in a mocking tone. “You’re more interested in something a little lower on my body, aren’t you?”
She then began to dangle and twirl her high heel from the toe of her foot on the leg that was crossed. My foot fetish was flaring and I was actually starting to salivate as I stared at her gorgeous instep and heel. She was enjoying watching me squirm, my cock, standing straight out, was twitching up and down. I looked down at my cock and noticed some pre-cum glistening from the head. Susan purposely let her shoe fall to the wooden floor and the sound broke my trance. Her now shoe-less, nylon covered foot was hanging there in mid-air, her bright red toe nail polish beckoning to me through the sheer black nylon.
“God I could use a foot massage, I was in heels all day today at work and my feet are really tired.”
She was toying with me, teasing me, exploiting my weaknesses with ease.
“Is she really going to let me touch and hold her foot?” I thought to myself.
She then looked at her watch.
“Oh my, look at the time! I really need to be going! Timmy, why don’t you put Miss Susan’s shoe back on her foot for her?” she said.
I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me! I was on the verge of cumming just standing there! I knelt down in front of her, picked up her shoe and gently slipped it back on her foot. Still on the floor in front of her, I sat back on my haunches, my cock still very erect and sticking up in the air. She uncrossed her legs and placed one foot, complete with four inch stiletto, firmly on my cock and pressed it just enough to get my attention. Our eyes met again.
“You didn’t really think I was going to let you cum, did you Timmy?” she asked with feigned seriousness. “You’ll need to earn that privilege by making Miss Susan happy with that weapon you have there between your legs” she said chuckling. “But, we’ll save that for tomorrows session, tonight was just a test to make sure you could get it up with the right incentive. Obviously my outfit worked!” she said as she removed her foot from my cock and stood up, towering over me in her four inch heels as I stayed on the floor.
“My husband leaves on a business trip in the morning, I want you at my house tomorrow at 5:00 p.m. sharp, is that clear?”
Looking up at her, I nodded yes.
“Get my bag from the bedroom,” she directed.
I scampered off and retrieved her overnight bag.
When I handed it to her she said “Your wife tells me you’re quite the wanker. If you so much as THINK about jerking off between now and tomorrow night, I’ll make you pay dearly, is that clear Timmy?”
Again, I nodded yes.
She continued, “Your cock belongs to me now, Julie gave it to me for my pleasure, and I intend to get a lot of use out of it. Make sure you understand that. See you tomorrow at five.”
She turned and walked toward the front door, heels clicking on the hardwood floor and that beautiful ass swaying back and forth.
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