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Archive name: watch.txt (mmf, swingers)
Authors name: Martina Lee (susanasue@hotmail.com)
Story title : I WANT TO WATCH
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All rights reserved - Copyright (c) 1998 Martina Lee.
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"Oh, Susana! I Want to Watch"
The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot
by Martina Lee
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This story, and others in the Oh, Susana series, depict
a swinging couple and their sexual lifestyle.
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SUSANA shifted uncomfortably on the couch. This wasn't
the turn-on she thought it would be; in fact, it was
downright embarrassing. Less than two metres away her
best friend . . . well, anyway, her friend . . . well,
let's be honest, this BITCH . . . was slurping her
husband's cock.
And he was loving every moment of it, the bastard. Just
look at him. Eyes closed, mouth half open and tongue
caressing his upper lip, his knees spread wide and his
fingers tangled in the bitch's hair, urging her on as
she licked and nibbled his rampant prick, poking
obscenely from his open fly.
He groaned audibly as she dived on to him, burying her
head in the gap between shirt and pants, swallowing,
swallowing his cock until her over-painted lips fetched
up against his pubic hair. Then she lifted away from
him, sat back on her heels, and both of them - bitch
and bastard together - looked directly at Susana.
Neil's eyes were bright with lust, the bitch's parted
lips were swollen and glistening, and they were waiting
for me to say - or do - something. Like what?
Susana considered getting up and leaving. The bitch's
fingers circled Neil's dick, sliding loosely up and
down the shaft, still wet and slippery with her saliva,
and he leaned back in the chair and groaned again.
Susana thought she had to say something. "Take off your
top," she told the bitch. "Take it off."
Neil leaned forward, fumbled with both hands at the
buttons on the bitch's frilly blouse, tugged it free
from the waist of her baggy shorts.
She let go of his cock, long enough for him to peel the
garment over her shoulders and down her arms. He drop-
ped it on the floor, reached around her and unsnapped
her bra, slipped it off and dropped it on top of the
blouse.
Suddenly, strangely for a woman who had just been
shamelessly sucking a man's cock in front of his wife,
Erica had an attack of self-consciousness.
She had been watching Susana's face, trying to gauge
her reactions, while Neil undressed her. Now she
blushed, looked at the floor and covered her breasts
with her hands. Somehow this little gesture of
vulnerability made a difference, and Susana felt the
first stirrings of real interest in the proceedings.
"Touch her," she said to Neil.
He reached out, caressed Erica's face with his finger-
tips, traced a line down either side of her throat to
her cupped hands and pulled them gently away from her
body. Her eyes were still fixed on the floor, and she
blushed again.
"My god," thought Susana, "she's trembling." She felt
her own excitement mounting, looked at Neil. "Touch
her," she said again.
He stroked the tops, then the sides, of Erica's
breasts, and her nipples swelled visibly as he tweaked
them softly between thumb and forefinger. Susana
shifted again in her seat, feeling her own nipples
stirring and hardening. She licked her lips. "Suck her
nipples," she said.
Neil hitched himself forward in the chair, slipped his
hands under Erica's armpits and raised her up on to her
knees. She straightened her back, glanced at Susana,
then at the ceiling, then closed her eyes as Neil's
mouth covered her right nipple.
Susana stood up, walked behind the chair and ran her
fingers through Neil's hair. Then she leaned over,
reached around with both hands between her husband and
Erica, and unbuttoned his shirt. Neil shifted his
attention to Erica's left breast and tongued its
nipple, raising his arms at the same time to allow
Susana to pull the shirt from his back. Erica threw
back her head and arched her body towards his lips.
Susana licked Neil's left ear, and whispered: "Her
shorts. Unzip her shorts."
Neil ran a hand up the inside of Erica's thigh, stroked
lightly at her crotch, then used both hands to unbutton
the waistband and draw down the zipper. The shorts fell
to her knees, revealing black bikini briefs. Neil put
his right hand on her ample bottom, slipped his left
hand between her legs and fingered her cunt through the
thin material.
She shuddered, reached out and laced her fingers behind
his neck, lowered her head and looked straight into
Susana's eyes.
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It had been a bugger of a week. Peter was gone, out of
their lives for good, probably, after suddenly and
unexpectedly announcing that he wanted Susana all to
himself and she had to choose between him and Neil.
Susana thought it over for about 30 seconds and decided
she was better off sticking with the devil she knew.
Peter left, muttering darkly about island women who led
you on then left you flat, and promptly moved back in
with his old girlfriend, Elenoa.
Susana discovered two days later that he'd been keeping
'Noa on the side-burner the whole time. If she'd known
that earlier, he'd have been gone long ago. Still, she
missed him.
And Neil, though thankful that she had chosen not to
run off with Peter, had been too distracted with work
pressures to offer much comfort. They'd had two blazing
rows, and had barely spoken to each other for three
days. Now it was Saturday, and they'd called an uneasy
truce.
After a quick and mutually unsatisfying mid-afternoon
fuck, they'd headed for the club. It was almost
deserted, and two hours and three too many drinks later
they were bickering again and on the point of leaving
when Erica turned up and insisted on buying them
another round.
Her own husband was away for the weekend, and she too
was feeling neglected. She and Susana chatted for an
hour, with Neil making occasional meaningless comments
and buying a succession of drinks.
Several times, Susana caught him watching Erica,
caressing her with his gaze, his eyes sliding across
her face, studying her blood-red lips, tracing the
line of her throat, roaming over her body and down to
the pale pillars of her thighs.
Then she remembered him once saying that he had never
been with a red-head, and some of the comments he had
been making came suddenly into focus, revealed them-
selves as flirting. What was more serious, she realised
with something of a shock, Erica was responding to him,
fingering her hair, laughing a little too loud and a
little too long at his idiot jokes, her nostrils
flaring almost imperceptibly when their eyes met.
"Bitch," thought Susana. "Bastard." But she was in-
trigued, in spite of herself, and she wet her lips with
her tongue as she imagined the pair of them together.
When he excused himself and went off to the toilet,
Susana took a deep breath, leaned across the table and
tapped the back of Erica's hand.
"He wants you," she said, trying to keep her tone
casual.
Erica, watching Neil's back as he crossed the bar to
the Men's, was startled. "What?" she said. "Who? Who
wants me?"
Susana inclined her head in the direction of Neil's
vanishing back.
"Oh, come on," said Erica.
Susana shook her head. "He wants you," she said again,
then plunged on to the heart of the issue. "You want
him?"
Erica spluttered. "Are you crazy?"
Susana persisted. "You want him," she said, and this
time it was a statement, not a question. Erica blushed.
She glanced at Susana's face, trying to read her
thoughts, looked away again. "You're being silly," she
said, not very convincingly.
Susana followed up her advantage. "It's all right," she
said, sitting back and folding her arms. "You can have
him."
Erica made as if to protest, picked up her drink and
put it down again, looked helplessly around the bar.
"Tonight," said Susana. Then, letting it all hang out:
"There's just one thing. I want to watch."
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Her eyes still locked on Erica's, Susana slipped her
left hand under the forest of arms, slid it across
Neil's belly, and groped for his cock. It throbbed in
her hand as she milked it. But the position was
awkward, leaning across the back of his chair, and
after half a minute or so she let go of him and
straightened up. She stepped to the right of the chair
and stood for a moment surveying the scene.
Neil had worked two fingers under the leg of Erica's
panties and buried them in her cunt, while his thumb
rubbed rhythmically at the black fabric, smoothing it
deep into the furrow of her crotch. His mouth had
returned to her right breast and he was teasing the
nipple, alternately flicking it with his tongue and
tugging at it gently with his teeth.
Erica was rolling her hips and making little gasping
noises. Her left nipple, still wet from Neil's mini-
strations, was erect and the aureola stood out pinkly
from the blue-veined whiteness of her breast. Once
again her eyes met Susana's, and this time there was a
new look in them, something like an appeal for help.
Susana sensed a spreading warmth in her own crotch now,
a creeping wetness between her legs. Swiftly she strip-
ped off her shirt and jeans, unhooked and discarded her
bra, and dropped to her knees beside the chair. She
reached again for Neil's cock, pumped it slowly with
her left hand as she watched his fingers busying them-
selves in Erica's box.
Then she raised her right hand, hooked a finger under
the waistband of Erica's bikini briefs and tugged them
down over her left hip.
Erica took her hands from behind Neil's neck, patted
his hand away from her pussy and stood up. She touched
Susana briefly and perhaps accidentally on the cheek,
kicked off her shorts, then slipped her knickers down
her legs and stepped out of them also.
Her bush was carrot-coloured, the hairs between her
legs darker and matted together into curling tendrils
with the moisture from her cunt.
Neil leaned back in his chair, raised his hips and
shucked out of his trousers and underpants. He raked
them back under his chair with his feet, then slipped
to his knees in front of Erica and placed his hands on
her hips.
"Sit down," he said, guiding her backwards a brief
distance until the backs of her legs fetched up
against the side of the coffee table. She sat.
Susana got up and moved the glasses off the table.
"Lie down," she said.
Erica spun around and lay flat on her back, her legs
apart and her hands folded across her stomach. Neil
shuffled on his knees around the end of the table and
stationed himself between her legs. He spread the lips
of her cunt with his thumbs, leaned forward and
slithered his tongue into her crack.
Erica shuddered, spread her knees wider, raised her
legs and placed her feet on his shoulders.
From the other end of the table, Susana watched as he
lapped his way up and down Erica's slit. "Do it," she
whispered, almost to herself.
Neil glanced up at her, watched her face as he flicked
at the glistening bud of Erica's clit with the tip of
his tongue.
Susana licked her lips at him, then wet the tips of her
forefingers with her tongue and caressed her tingling
nipples.
Neil's eyes left her face, dropped to her breasts, then
followed her right hand as she slipped it down the
front of her knickers and stroked her pussy. In moments
her fingers were slick and slippery with her own love-
juice.
Neil screwed three fingers deep into Erica's cunt and
licked up and down her clitoral shaft. Erica whimpered,
and the sound somehow added to Susana's arousal, pro-
ducing a new flood of wetness which trickled through
her fingers and soaked the fabric of her knickers.
She became aware that Erica had tilted back her head
and was watching her finger-fucking motions. She with-
drew her hand from her crotch, leaned forward over the
low table and lightly fingered Erica's swollen nipples.
Then she stood up and walked around the table, knelt
behind Neil and wrapped her arms around him.
He raised his head and she pushed it down again into
Erica's crotch. "Suck her more," she said. "Eat her
up." As he bent again to his task she slipped one hand
between his legs and fondled his balls, grasped his
still-rigid cock with her other hand and pumped it
slowly.
Erica began to writhe on the table top, jerking her
hips, shaking her head and uttering little wordless
gasps of pleasure. She slid her hands up her ribcage
and began almost brutally to knead and squeeze her
breasts. Suddenly she squealed, grabbed at Neil's head
with both hands and ground his face hard into her pussy
as she climaxed.
His cock swelled more in Susana's hand, and she gripped
him tighter, pumped faster as he fought for breath.
Erica pummeled his back with her heels, her whole body
heaving convulsively, then gave a final shudder, re-
leased her grip on his head and lay still, panting
quietly. He raised his head and sat back on his heels.
Susana continued pumping for a few moments, then let
go of his cock and hugged him. "Fuck her," she said.
"I want to see you fuck her now."
Neil disentangled himself and stood up. He reached
forward, took hold of Erica's hands, and pulled her
into a sitting position. "On the floor," he said.
He helped her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her,
his cock digging into her stomach, and kissed her on
the lips. Then he led her around the couch to the
sheepskin rug and lowered her on to it.
Susana followed, picked a cushion from the couch, knelt
and slipped a hand under Erica's buttocks. "Up," she
said. Erica raised her hips off the rug and Susana
arranged the cushion beneath her bottom, then turned to
Neil. "Come here," she said. He stepped forward and she
laid hold of his prick, pulled him closer and took it
in her mouth.
He was hot and hard, but became even hotter and harder
as she worked on him with lips and tongue, licking his
cock from end to end and finally pulling him deep into
her throat.
Beside her on the rug, Erica drew up her knees, spread
them wide and toyed with her pussy as she watched. When
he was thoroughly wet, Susana urged him to a kneeling
position between Erica's legs, grasped his cock in her
left hand and guided him into the coppertone cave.
She continued to hold him for the first few thrusts,
feeling the disturbing warmth and softness of Erica's
pussy folding around her fingers as he pushed into her.
Then she let go, and moved around to kneel on the rug
behind Erica's head. "Give me your legs," she said.
Erica obligingly raised her knees to her chest and
Susana leaned forward and took hold of her calves,
straightened her legs and spread them high and wide,
then drew them towards her.
Erica, folded almost double, moaned as Neil adjusted
his position and drove himself deeper into her upthrust
cunt. She raised her hands and stroked Susana's
breasts, trapping and squeezing the nipples between her
fingers.
Neil was panting with exertion, fucking like a machine,
drawing back until he almost slipped free of the moist,
clinging, sucking lips of Erica's cunt, then plunging
into her up to the hilt.
Susana licked her lips. There was a hot, tight feeling
in her chest, she could feel the blood pounding in her
ears, and her pussy ached with longing.
As if by telepathy, Erica sensed her need. She lowered
her right hand and slipped it between Susana's legs,
fingered her pussy through the soaking-wet fabric of
her knickers.
The sight of that increased Neil's excitement and he
flung himself even harder into Erica's cunt, his eyes
fixed on the pale hand busy in the warm brown vee of
his wife's crotch.
Susana shuddered as Erica's fingers found an especially
sensitive spot. Then she let go of Erica's legs and sat
back on her heels. "I can't see properly," she said.
"Come over on top of me."
Neil and Erica looked blankly at her, not sure what she
meant. She showed them, moving to the side and then
stretching out on her back on the rug, her head beside
the cushion under Erica's buttocks. She touched Erica's
thigh, said again: "Come over on top."
Neil pulled back and stood up. Erica lowered her legs
and got up too, moved around and knelt astride Susana's
head, then leaned forward and placed a hand on either
side of her hips.
From between Erica's legs, Susana signalled Neil with
her eyes. He stepped into position, sank to his knees
and fitted the head of his dick once again into Erica's
cunt.
Susana watched, fascinated, as he pushed it in. She
reached between the pale columns of Erica's thighs, and
fondled his balls, then stroked the tangled red fuzz of
Erica's bush.
Neil settled into a regular rhythm of thrust and re-
treat, his wet and glistening cock pistoning steadily
in and out of the pale pink folds of Erica's pussy.
At that distance, mere centimetres from Susan's eyes,
it looked enormous, and it made soft slurping noises
with each change of direction. Neil's hands were on
Erica's hips, steadying her against his thrusting, and
she uttered a little gasping squeak each time his cock
reached its full depth in her cunt.
Erica lowered her head and brushed her lips against
Susana's crotch. Susana took a deep breath, slipped her
hands down her side, raised her hips and shucked out of
her knickers. She raised her knees, spread them wide
and shuddered as Erica's sharp little tongue stabbed at
her clitoris then slithered deeper into her slit and
lapped at the opening of her vagina.
Moments later she was writhing in ecstasy, her pelvis
jerking and quivering with the sensations produced by
Erica's confident licking and probing. She grabbed for
Erica's breasts, feeling the erect nipples boring into
her palms as she squeezed and caressed them. Above her,
Neil stepped up the tempo of his thrusting.
Susana flung her arms around Erica's back, hauled her
shoulders off the floor and licked at the underside of
Neil's driving, burning-hot cock. The tangy mushroom
scent of pussy, mingled with the heady odor of sweat,
filled her nostrils and Erica's busy tongue was pushing
her rapidly to the brink of orgasm. She licked furious-
ly, gasping for breath, her tongue sliding along Neil's
prick and jabbing at the entrance to Erica's cunt.
Erica bucked her hips and sucked feverishly at Susana's
clit.
Neil was panting with passion as he always did when he
was about to come. He flung himself harder, harder,
into Erica's quivering body, forcing Susana to lower
her head. She flopped back to the floor, her legs
twitching, her mouth open and her eyes fixed on the
frenzied coupling above her.
The rhythm of Neil's fucking was breaking up. He stop-
ped in mid-stroke, drew back jerkily until his cock
almost slipped clear of Erica's cunt, then plunged in
deeper than ever, grinding himself into her, gasping
and swearing, his whole body convulsing as he came in
a seemingly endless series of spasms. Erica whinnied
and thrashed her head from side to side in Susana's
crotch.
Neil regained control of himself, half withdrew, shoved
a couple of times and then allowed his already soften-
ing tool to slip out of Erica's cunt. It dangled
briefly above Susana's face, and a late spasm forced
out a final slow gob of sperm which hung for a moment,
then dropped gluily onto her cheek. Semen bubbled from
Erica's still-gaping cunt, dribbled down her slit and
splashed onto Susana's chin. Susana raised her head
again, fixed her mouth to Erica's pussy and sucked.
They came together, Erica fighting to keep her tongue
in Susana's gyrating pussy, her own contractions forc-
ing a musky flood of semen and vaginal secretions into
Susana's eager mouth.
They were both on fire, their heaving bodies locked
together, head to tail, breast to belly, driving each
other deliriously to peaks of mindless ecstasy.
Finally, spent and shaking, they rolled apart and lay
drained and panting on the rug.
Erica was the first to recover. She sat up, tucked her
legs beneath her, then leaned forward and kissed Susana
on the lips. Neil touched her shoulder and she looked
up, moved aside to allow him to step between them and
lie down. Her pulled her down beside him, slipped his
other arm under Susana's shoulders, and kissed them
both in turn. They snuggled close and slept, exhausted,
in a tangle of arms and legs.
An hour or so later, Neil woke with his cock in
Susana's mouth and Erica licking his left nipple, and
it started all over again.
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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