“But you’ve only been married a year,” Marcy said.
“I know,” Susan replied. “It was a mistake, I suppose. He was fine at first, but he seems to have other… interests, lately.”
“Oh, he does? How young are these interests?” Marcy couldn’t help asking.
“You know, don’t you?” Susan said.
“I’ve known a long time,” Marcy replied. “He’s into high school girls now, and I mean into them, literally.”
Marcy thought back to her marriage to Brad. He had complained almost from day one about her lack of enthusiasm when it came to his cock, Marcy knew she had not been adventurous, daring. She knew of her shyness, how embarrassed it made her when he wanted to put her into different positions to fuck her, or the times he pleaded to have his cock sucked. She thought of his attempts to arouse her into wild ecstasy by licking her cunt. There had been a few times, a very few times, when she had come close to orgasm during those times his tongue had been inside her pussy, but then her shyness would take over and the feeling would go away.
Brad wanted more from a woman than Marcy could give him, and it ruined the marriage.
“I thought everything was great with you two,” Marcy said as she turned to look at Susan. Susan sat on the opposite end of the couch, her long legs crossed. She looked down, a little sad. Marcy felt for the lovely young woman, understanding their mutual problem concerning Brad. “I don’t suppose I should tell you, but when you married him, he used to call me up and gloat, brag about how good you were in bed, that you gave him what he always wanted and how I was so cold and everything.”
“I’ve heard about you, too,” Susan said. “I found it very hard to believe the things he said. I can’t imagine any woman being so icy, Marcy.”
Marcy felt a warm flush on her face. She had never been comfortable talking about sex, especially with a man. She could discuss it with a woman only a little better.
“It isn’t that I’m so cold,” Marcy heard herself saying. “It was… I don’t know. He wanted things from me that I couldn’t do.”
“I know,” Susan answered in her breathless voice that seemed so good to hear.
“You do those things for him, he told me,” Marcy went on. “He would call and brag, giving me all the details. Why, I don’t know.”
“I know why,” Susan said. “I was in bed with him most of the times he called you. I heard.”
“Didn’t it embarrass you, listening to him say those things about you?”
“Oh, no,” Susan smiled warmly. “I’m not easily embarrassed, as you probably know. In fact, if you want the truth, listening to him sort of made me more excited.”
Marcy wasn’t sure she liked the turn in the conversation. She wasn’t sure she should talk this way with her ex-husband’s wife. Yet, to her surprise, she felt an odd little tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, a feeling like going over the top hump in a roller coaster. The last time she had felt such a thrill had really been on a roller coaster when she was thirteen.
Susan was looking at her in a strange way, and Marcy found she couldn’t keep eye contact. Still, she glanced up to see Susan’s eyes, then looked quickly again to her lap. She was in a skirt and summer sweater, despite the heat. She seldom wore shorts, especially the revealing type Susan wore.
“Marcy, can I be honest with you?” Susan asked.
Marcy wasn’t certain she wanted this, but she nodded her head.
“He’s driving me crazy, Marcy,” Susan said in a half-whisper. “I’m not getting any, if you know what I mean. He’s always either out with one of his high school girls, or he’s telling me about them. He loves to talk to me about them, being really graphic.”
“I know, I’ve been there,” Marcy said, feeling the thrill in the pit of her stomach increase.
“We would be in bed, and he would want to call you,” Susan went on, “and I’d be between his legs, with my face there, or straddling him, and he would talk to you that way and I’d get so excited… so very excited, listening.”
Marcy flushed, watching Susan rock her foot. Something was making her listen, drawing her to Susan. Marcy didn’t know what it was, didn’t understand it, but she was almost breathless as she listened. The only other person in her life she had heard talk this way was Brad, and all that had done was chill her. Yet, hearing this exquisite blonde girl talking that way was doing something to her emotions.
It was some time before Marcy realized that Susan was becoming very explicit.
“I’d have his cock in my pussy, bouncing up and down, really loving it, and listening to him tell you the positions I’d get into for him, and I would come so hard! You wouldn’t believe how fantastic I would come!”
“I… Susan, are you sure you should be talking about this to me?” Marcy blushed. “I mean, a man and his wife should you know, keep those things secret.”
“But I don’t mind, Marcy,” Susan replied, smiling and rocking her foot faster. “It’s easy to talk to you, and I’ve wanted to talk to someone for so long.”
“But about this…”
Suddenly, Susan covered her lovely face with both hands, and burst into sobs. Marcy cried out, and scooted across the couch toward the sobbing woman. She pulled Susan against her body, holding her, feeling the sobs rack her lovely body. She patted and caressed a bare arm, resting her cheek on the top of Susan’s shimmering blonde hair. She felt Susan’s face resting on her tit, felt the tears soaking through her lightweight sweater. She tried to comfort the crying girl, but Marcy was at a loss of what to say, what to do. She found it strange trying to comfort her ex-husband’s wife, yet she didn’t know what else to do.
“I’m sorry,” Susan sniffed. “I couldn’t help it. But, Marcy, I’m so unhappy with him now. It was wonderful at first, but now he wants nothing to do with me. He wants to fuck all those young girls!”
Marcy didn’t understand that. Susan was so young herself, looking like the type of girl Brad wanted. None of it made sense, but it wasn’t any of her business. The only thing she wanted with her ex-husband was to share their son, Jerry. She wanted Jerry to visit his father as often as possible, but even that was stopping. Jerry was supposed to visit his father every weekend, but Brad was busy so much on the weekends lately. Marcy knew it was because of his interest in high school girls.
“He loved it when I sucked him off!” Susan was sobbing again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Marcy said.
“When we were first married, he wanted me to suck him off all the time. I didn’t mind, not at all. I loved to suck his cock. I’ve always loved to suck cock. But after a while, Brad didn’t even want that. At least not from me. I guess he’s getting his blowjobs from cheerleaders and other tight-assed little girls.”
Marcy felt her face burn as she listened, running her hand up and down Susan’s bare, warm arm. The flutter of her thrill was still there, still exciting in her stomach. To her embarrassment, she found her pussy was wet, her clit knotting. It had been so long since she felt that, she was startled as well as embarrassed. She had never heard a girl talk so bluntly. Yet hearing Susan say those words was doing strange things to her, making her cunt wet and her tits harden.
She wanted to tell Susan to shut up, to stop saying those things, but her voice seemed frozen. She twisted her rounded ass into the cushions of the couch, trying hard not to let Susan become aware of her feelings.
But Susan was still talking.
“His cock would get so hard in my mouth, and when he came, it was a real gush!” she said softly, sniffing now and then. “I didn’t mind at all. It tasted so good to me. I didn’t know about his girlfriends for a long time. Then, one night when he came home, I was in the mood, and I jerked his pants down as soon as he closed the door, and started sucking his cock. At first I didn’t notice anything, then I realized his cock had a different taste on it. When I realized was the same taste after he fucked me, I knew then he had been out there fucking one of those tight-assed lit
tle cunts of his.”
Marcy shuddered, thinking what a shock it must have been to Susan to taste another girl’s cunt on his cock. She, herself, had no idea what it would taste like, but she could understand Susan’s shock.
“I can imagine how sick that made you,” Marcy whispered at the top of the honey-blonde hair.
“Oh, no!” Susan blubbered. “It didn’t make me sick. It made me very mad at first, but then… oh, God, Marcy! I got so excited, knowing I was tasting another girl’s cunt on his cock, I almost swallowed his prick completely! I started to come and didn’t stop until he shot his big load of fuckjuice down my throat!”
The sound that came out of Marcy was more a squeal than a gasp.
“Something about tasting a pussy on his cock excited me,” Susan said, running her hot palm along Marcy’s thigh, from her knee to halfway up. Her movement was dragging the hem of Marcy’s skirt past her knee, and Marcy stared at her hand, her eyes turning glassy. “I don’t know why, but tasting that little cunt’s juices on his cock sent me into orbit, Marcy!”
Marcy shivered as Susan’s hand came up her thigh. She didn’t know what she would do if Susan accidentally touched her cunt. She could feel her panties, very wet now, becoming tighter on her cunt. She felt an urgent desire to pull the crotch away from her pussy, relieve the pressure of it cutting into her oddly swollen clit. Marcy had felt only a few orgasms in her life, and it felt as if she were going to come now.
“That was about four months ago,” Susan said softly, sliding her palm up and down Marcy’s thigh. “I’ve thought about it ever since. But the strange thing is, Brad never seems to want me to suck him off anymore. I’ve got to admit, Marcy, that I hope to taste pussy on his cock again!”
Marcy trembled. Susan’s hand was on her knee now, and it was warm and exciting and she didn’t know what to do. She had never known how to handle situations like this very well. One pan of her wanted Susan to remove her hand, but another part, a stronger part, didn’t want the hand to move away at all.
As if knowing this, Susan slipped her hand along Marcy’s thigh, moving it very slowly along the silky flesh with her fingers under the hem. Marcy stared at her skirt being shoved up her leg as if in a dream.
“I’ve never thought about a girl that way before,” Susan was saying in her whispery voice, but now it was deep and throaty. “Tasting pussy on his cock did something to me, Marcy. I don’t know what, but it was so exciting…”
Her hand slipped halfway up Marcy’s thigh, along the inside. She was stroking Marcy’s flesh lightly, almost like a feather. A shiver rippled about Marcy’s flesh, and she realized she was holding her breath.
“I don’t know what to do anymore!” Susan sobbed, lifting her exquisite face to look at Marcy. “I’m going crazy because I want it, need it, so much, and he’s giving it to those tight-assed little girls!”
As if in a wild, erotic dream, Marcy ran her tongue over her lips, her face lowering slowly. When she felt Susan’s soft, hot mouth against her own, she breathed deeply. As Susan returned her kiss, the tip of her moist tongue licked across Marcy’s lips, and her hand moved higher up her thigh.
“Mmmmm, sweet, Marcy!” Susan purred. “You taste so sweet, like honey?”
Marcy wondered what in the world she was doing, kissing, her ex-husband’s wife this way. She had never kissed a girl before, yet she could not deny the softness, the sweetness, of Susan’s lips, the exciting taste of her pink tongue. Before she could try to understand, she pressed her mouth onto Susan’s once more. Susan moaned, writhing her lips against Marcy’s. When her tongue moved slowly past her teeth, Marcy made a mewling sound and gently probed it with her own tongue.
And Susan’s hand was now resting on her wet panties, pressuring against her cunt. Marcy began to shake, still kissing at Susan’s mouth, and as her tongue probed deeper, Marcy sucked it, returning the pressure of Susan’s hand by lifting her crotch to it.
Then Susan’s fingers moved.
They slipped up and down, moving between Marcy’s thighs. For a very brief moment, Marcy resisted by squeezing her thighs together. But Susan was insistent, Marcy’s thighs relaxed, and Susan dragged her palm up and down Marcy’s cunt. Marcy moaned into Susan’s mouth, her hips twisting as the heat steamed inside her panties.
“Ohhhhhh!” Marcy groaned, pulling her mouth away from Susan’s tongue.
Her eyes half closed as she leaned her head on the back of the couch, her cunt rippling as she came.
“Ooooh, Marcy!” Susan purred, rubbing at Marcy’s juicy cunt with firmer pressure. “You’re coming! Oh, God… wonderful, Marcy!”
Marcy twisted her hips, her knees parting, as she strained her convulsing own into Susan’s hot hand. Her skin was high on her slim thighs now, almost at her hips. She shot her hand down and placed it on the back of Susan’s and pushed hard, very hard. Her clit throbbed in a way she could hardly remember, and the fuckjuices soaked her panties and Susan’s palm.
“I’m ready to…”
Marcy gasped, jerking at Susan’s hand and shoving her skirt down swiftly. Her face was on fire with embarrassment as she tried to smooth her skirt.
Susan, also gasping, jerked her hand away from Marcy’s cunt.
Jerry stood in the hall entrance, staring at them with big eyes, his overnight bag in his hand. He had seen his mother’s legs wide open, seen them kissing, and seen Susan’s hand pushing against his mother’s cunt.
“Oh, God!” Marcy sobbed, burying her face into her hands, shame flooding her from head to toe.
“You’re ready to go?” Susan asked him, her voice shaking.
“I guess so,” Jerry said in a nervous voice.
Marcy pulled herself together, her hands folded in her lap. Maybe her son had not seen what they had been doing, she told herself. But she could tell by her son’s eyes that he had.
“Kiss me, honey,” she said, her voice quivering. “And go with your stepmother. Have a good weekend, and don’t come back too late Sunday.”
CHAPTER TWO
She sat on the couch and watched her son leave with Susan.
Marcy’s mind was spinning, and her confusion only made it worse.
Marcy found her son watching her often, his eyes strangely hot.
When he returned late Sunday, she couldn’t find the courage to stay up and listen to his weekend activities. All she heard this time was that his father was seldom home while he was there.
The next day, and the following one, Jerry didn’t want to go out and play, and Marcy wondered if he was getting ill, or if something had happened over the weekend. She wanted to question him, about Susan, but didn’t know how to go about it.
And, Marcy felt as if her son was looking right through her clothing, seeing her naked, stripped bare. Usually, after her bath at night, she would wrap herself in a robe before going to bed, but now she bathed and jumped into bed without seeing her son.
She was in bed now, and Jerry came to her door. He stood there looking in at her. Marcy was propped up in bed, a book open. She enjoyed reading herself to sleep at night. She looked up at her son, and Jerry shuffled his feet, apparently not knowing how to approach her. Marcy had always tucked him into bed before, kissing his forehead before she retired. But for the past two nights, she had not.
“Mother, why don’t you fuck me in anymore?” Jerry asked, looking as if he was about to cry.
Affection for her son filled her, and she closed her book. Patting the side of her bed, she said softly, “I’m sorry, baby. I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind lately. Come in and sit down for a while, okay?”
Jerry came over and sat on the edge of her bed. His hair was still damp from his shower. He wore his robe, belted at the waist, but it opened over his young, muscular thighs. Marcy found herself fighting to keep from looking at them. There was a quivering in her stomach similar to the thrill she had felt, with Susan.
“Want to tell me about your weekend?” she urged softly.
Jerry was turning to
face her, his eyes falling on his mother’s titties. At first Marcy didn’t know why, and then she discovered the sheet had slipped down, and although she wore a gown, the brown pucker of her stiff nipple showed through the lace. With a flush on her face, she pulled the sheet to her chin.
“I don’t wanna visit with Dad anymore,” he said.
“But why not, honey?”
“He’s never home, and he breaks his promises with me.”
“But I’m sure Susan is home with you,” Marcy said.
“She is,” Jerry replied. “Susan is awfully nice, Mother. If I have to have a stepmother, I’m glad it’s Susan.”
“I guess you and she…” Marcy’s mind drew up erotic pictures. “I mean, she takes you places when your father isn’t there, don’t she?”
“Oh, yes,” Jerry said. “We went to the zoo and next weekend she’s gonna take me to the amusement park.”
“That will be fun, I’m sure,” Marcy said.
“Go with us, Mother,” Jerry said suddenly. “It would be more fun if you went with us. Come on, please! Dad won’t be there. He’s already said he had to go out of town. Came to the amusement park with me and Susan, Mother, please!”
“I’ll think about it, honey,” she said. “We have to see what Susan thinks about that. Remember, she’s your stepmother, and may not want me with you.”
“She will,” Jerry said in a rising voice. “She talked about you all weekend. Susan likes you, Mother! I know she likes you.”
Marcy thought she could feel Susan’s hand between her legs again, pushing at her cunt the way it had a few days ago. She had thought about that all weekend. She had never in her entire life reacted to such stimulation with so much heat and hunger.
“I like your stepmother, too, baby,” she said softly, and pulled her son against her tits, hugging him. “I’m glad you like her, and I’m very glad she loves you as much as I do!”
Jerry twisted and squirmed until he was lying on her bed, pressing his young body tightly to her. He wrapped his arm about his mother’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder as she held him. Marcy caressed him, running her hand into the neck of his robe to stroke his smooth back. It felt good to be held by her son this way, felt good to feel him lying close to her. She purred in delight when he squeezed her waist. And then her eyes widened.
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