In daylight she found Willa in her arms. Oh yes, it had been real, and now she heard someone call that Willa was late for work. She arose with a start, gave Susie a hurried kiss, and rushed out.
By eight o'clock Susie had finished breakfast and with Gwen sat in lotus seat on the yoga platform, learning to breathe correctly as the first step up the levels of the discipline. She wanted to be taught control of the vaginal sphincter but Gwen said that would follow, first learn to sit comfortably and to breathe.
At eight-thirty she and Nick knelt over the wallpaper sketch, red helmets and golden footballs, white cleated shoes on a green gridiron. They began painting.
At ten-thirty, Nick said, "Let's take a fuck break."
Susie laughed. But Nick meant it. He dropped his shorts and while she still crouched over the design he mounted her from behind, stuck his meat right up her slippery hole.
On each of her orgasms the design seemed to swim around, detached shoes kicking footballs, helmets tumbling about the green gridirons.
After lunch she and Rita sipped a cup of Kashmir Karma while taking a jiji swing, finished their cums on the swing room couch, where they took a siesta.
That afternoon she and Nick finished the football design and started the tennis one. By five o'clock she was home, had tidied up Brian's breakfast dishes, bathed, and put on her wood-nymph tunic. She made a martini cocktail.
She was standing in the living room sipping it when Brian's car rolled in the drive. She was facing the mirror, saw that her chin was high, proud, her body firm but relaxed. She toyed with the crown of her bare white breast while waiting for Brian to come in.
She heard him in the kitchen. She turned that way sipping her drink. He appeared in the doorway.
He looked haggard, she thought. He had dark circles under his eyes, as though he had not slept well last night. He gazed flatly at her, scanning her costume.
He demanded, "Why are you wearing that?"
"Because I like it."
He scowled. "I hope nobody's seen you dressed that way!"
"But they have, six of them, and you make seven, no, eight, because I'm one or maybe I'm two, one the me that used to be Susie the door-mat. This Susie loves the wood-nymph tunic. Brian, how was your day? Did you fuck your secretary?"
Hearing that, he looked from her. A faint blush showed on his throat.
She said, "I don't mind your fucking her, Brian. It's just part of your job, showing what a big shot you are, so big that a secretary has to flop down on your couch with her legs apart. I have a job too, helping Nick paint wallpaper designs. He fucks me, too, but not because I have to let him, because I love it. Dig?"
"Susie, what is this? What has happened?"
"Why, Brian, I got fed up with your squareness, your all-American boy executive shit, a life-style in which I was only a convenience. Did you notice that my pussy is shaved?"
Swallowing hard, he nodded.
To make sure he did not miss it, Susie lifted her skirt, saying, "I'm proud of my cunt now, proud of my big clit, which by the way is not like a little boy's prick, it's not a prick, I don't pee through it or stick it into things. It's where my cums start, and it's there to be caressed and sucked. Which you've never done, but you will before you ever get your cock into my hole again."
"Susie, Susie, the way you talk!"
"Go mix yourself a drink. You look like you need it."
Groaning, he went into the kitchen.
Susie followed, stood in the doorway with a hip shot out, sipping her drink, watching him take ice cubes from the fridge and pour gin and vermouth into the shaker.
She asked, "What did Clayton think of my seducing his wife?"
He did not reply until his drink was made and he had taken a sip. Then he said, "Funny. It turned him on. And her. She wore him out. Five or six times during the night."
Susie smiled. "And you?"
"Christ, last night you slugged me twice, that lesbian stuff with Carla, then next door seeing that guy fucking you. I didn't sleep at all."
"Then you need to lie down right now. Come to the bedroom with me." Susie turned from the doorway and headed for the bedroom. She wagged her ass through a stuttering roll as though she felt sexy, which she did because she had once fallen in love with Brian and was not giving up that easy. In the hall she paused and murmured, "Take off your clothes. Except for your undershirt."
In the bedroom she paused and sipped her drink. The undershirt? Because a man felt more naked, vulnerable, with his chest concealed but his cock and balls exposed. She listened, heard shoes thump on the floor, shortly saw him enter looking embarrassed. White T-shirt. Long, plump, dangling cock. His loaded scrotum seemed to hang halfway down his leg.
He said, "Susie, you're just not like I thought!"
"I'm not like I thought, either." She finished her drink and set the glass on the dresser. She went and sat on the edge of the bed, and beckoned. "Come here, Brian."
He came. She watched his cock and balls jostle with the swing of his stride. She held out her hands. He walked to them and she grasped his meaty cock, brought her face to him, and bent to his loins and stuffed the fat head of his cock into her mouth.
His jaw fell, astonished, unbelieving as Susie sucked her mouth full and began toying with his nuts.
"Susie! You've never…"
She tongued it out, said, "I was a prig, a priss little frightened twat. And you were so square, so wrapped up in your office world that you never bothered to help me be a human being, a real female. I'm giving you one more chance."
She licked around the burgeoning rim, then nibbled it in, fisting it as it lengthened and grew harder, massaging, fondling his testicles. Quite abruptly Brian was breathing hard. And there it stood from her pink lips like a great dark banana, a long and thick boniness, a yummy cock, a beautiful cock.
Susie slipped off it, then flung herself back on the bed, throwing her legs apart.
"Eat me, Brian," she said.
He was grinning wryly, his mouth twisted, as he dropped to his knees on the floor. He made a low, animal noise as he plunged into the fork of her legs, between thighs that had for so many years met in the concealment of her pussy beard. The bareness of her pinkish-white lips surprised him anew on each glance. Brian's mouth yawned and he gobbled in those shaven outer lips as his tongue splashed wildly up and down her split, as though he welcomed the change, as though hairless pussy was his turn-on.
Or guilt? Did he feel that fucking his secretary had driven his wife to the house next door and the lesbian seduction of Carla Clayton?
Feeling his tongue swirling about the mouth of her vagina, starting cum spasms, Susie groaned with pleasure. She was close to letting go. With an effort she clenched her fists, clinging to her new control over Brian.
Then he sucked her clit. Wow! A wet firestorm was growing. But it paused as Brian slipped off, saying, "Okay, it's not a kid's cock, it's a big clit. All right?"
Seeing the pink erection against his lip, she wanted to shriek, "Suck it, suck it!" But she had another lesson to teach him. She humped backward on the bed, away from him, and said, "On the bed, Brian, it's my turn to ride."
Puzzled, licking glistening cuntjuice from his lips, he obeyed, climbed onto the bed and laid there with his cock standing a foot tall, twitching, the fat head bobbing about. Susie got up on her knees, knelt astride him, and tucked that big head into her split.
He was scowling. "It's like this is your vengeance."
She fisted his cockshank and rotated the rigid stalk, circling the head in the gushy mouth of her vagina.
She said, "No! It's to show you I'm a horny cunt and independent, not just a slippery hole for you to plug into!"
Slowly, cunt-sucking the big prick, she lowered, filled up with hot meat, and rubbed her swollen clit on his loins.
He gasped, "Susie, I've never felt you that hot and wet!"
"It's a whole new ball game, Brian," she said, then said no more, for her orgasm came in a sizzling burst, making her shriek as she jerked up and down on her husband's cock.
It was morning and she heard Brian leave the house, then drive off to work. He had made his own breakfast! Susie giggled.
She rubbed her pussy. It felt a little sore. Brian had fucked her five times. Had they eaten supper? Just snacks, she guessed. She had ridden him, had gotten it doggie fashion, but naturally the most satisfying had been on her back, her legs around his powerful body, though she had not admitted that to him. Keep him dangling a little.
She rose and put on her wood-nymph tunic, had breakfast. In bright sunlight she crossed the back lawn toward the house next door. She did not try to hide her bare right breast. If neighbors saw her nude tittie, fuck 'em!
In the kitchen she kissed Rita, who had a gift from Howard, his improved model clit sucker. Rita said, "Later we could have a jiji swing together, and you can try out the new gadget."
"It's a date!" Susie said, hugging her, then going to the yoga room where she had her lesson from Gwen. During it her thoughts wandered. Should she introduce Brian to these friends of hers, let him in on this jungle of sensuality? She thought not. He might now be a worthwhile husband but he remained Brian, whose world was that tigerish office struggle. He would of course be jealous but had to get used to it. My life comes first, she thought, and if Brian can't hack it the way I am, tough tit!
On the way upstairs, trailing a hand on the wooden banister, she gave way to impulse, abruptly threw a leg over it, crotched it, and began sliding down.
It was hand-rubbed smooth, oiled by generations of hands, and its slickness was perhaps increased by pussy juice.
Giggling, she slid backward to the bottom.
Then she saw Nick at the top of the stairs, in shorts and baseball cap.
"That's it," he said. "Warm it up for me. I'm so horny I got to get my load off before we start work."
He was rubbing his erection.
And Susie, astride the banister, aware that her cunt was still a bit sore from Brian's big cock, felt a wet quiver in her vagina.
Well, she thought, it really would be nice to get a cum or two, to settle us down to work.
She climbed off the banister, smiling broadly as she climbed the stairs toward Nick.