Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:32 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 205 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.205 By Master Wade Dianne and Susan Part One The following are letters shared with me by Susan, a delightful young woman with delicious hungers and the willingness to satisfy them. I hope you enjoy them. June 23, 1993 Dear Dianne, The honeymoon was fantastic!! It almost seems like a dream now that I'm back; so many beautiful places and so many wonderful days and nights with Earl. I felt as if I had the world on a string and that everyone and everything was there to make it all special for me. Earl had it all planned perfectly, and even though we hopped from island to island, I never felt rushed or as if we were sightseeing. We took lots of pictures and I'll show them to you the next time we're together. Thanks again for being in the wedding. I know it was a long way for you to travel, but it wouldn't have been the same without you in it. You were beautiful, as always, and I know you'll enjoy seeing the wedding pictures too. The one of all "us girls" turned out really well, and I'm going to have it enlarged and framed. I'll make sure you get one too, if you like. One reason that I'm writing rather than calling is that I have something to tell you that is a little bit hard to say. I told Earl about what we used to do when we roomed together. I know that I promised you I'd never tell anyone about it, but it just didn't seem right to keep it from Earl. We spent a lot of our time talking about our pasts and Earl told me secrets and was encouraging me to tell him mine. I guess I wanted him to know...so there would never be anything to hide from him, you know? I have to admit, it excited me to hear him talk about his past sexual experiences. He had a lot to tell me about, being older and all. There wasn't that much that I could tell him, except for the part about us, but he seemed to find that exciting too. Don't worry that he'll feel badly toward you or anything like that. I made him promise not to say anything to you about it or treat you any differently because of it. Well, I want to end this and get it in the mail to you. I'm anxious to hear back from you. Please don't be too upset with me. You've always been my very best friend, and I don't want anything to come between us. Write soon! Love, Susan June 28, 1993 Dear Susan, You scamp! Writing instead of calling! I was dying to hear about your honeymoon and fully expecting to hear lots of juicy details, and all I get is a one page note! You're going to have to do better than that. It sounds like you had a really great time, and I'm happy for you. I knew Earl would do it all just right. There are some advantages to older men, aren't there? I was a little bit worried that you might have rushed things a bit, since the two of you didn't date that much before getting married, but obviously my fears were unfounded. I know you're going to be one happy girl, and you deserve it. As for you telling Earl about us...well, I guess I figured you would, sooner or later. I'm glad he took it okay. I mean, it isn't like it's a threat to him or anything, right? That was years ago and we were young. No big deal. Besides, now if I get married I won't have to keep it a secret from MY husband. I'm looking forward to seeing the photographs that you took and especially the wedding pictures. The dresses were so beautiful, and I thought it was the prettiest wedding I'd ever seen. I cried on the plane, on my way back, thinking about how sweet it all was. I could write more, but you don't deserve much of a reply, since you didn't write me much of a letter (grin). If you can tear yourself away from the arms of your handsome husband, write me again (you lucky, lucky girl). You know I always love to hear from you. Kisses, Dianne July 6, 1993 Dear Dianne, Well, the honeymoon is over. But you know what? It's gotten better, instead of worse! We spent a lot of time making love while we were on the honeymoon, but honestly, Di, that was only a drop in the bucket compared to what it's been like since we got back. I always was a horny lil thing, and I guess it's a good thing. Earl can't seem to keep his hands off of me! (You complained about not getting juicy details, so this letter should make up for that) I'm learning quickly just what it is that gets Earl going. He loves to tease and be teased, for one thing. He won't let me wear anything that doesn't show my legs off, and around the house he usually wants me in nothing but a t-shirt. He's forever pinching my nipples so that they'll stay hard and he can see them through the thin material of the shirt. I make sure he is pleased with what I wear...I guess there has always been a bit of the exhibitionist in me anyway. I love to try to make him get hard when we're in public, and usually I can. Leg men are like that, you know, and he's definitely a leg man. Sometimes other people notice what I'm doing, but he doesn't seem to mind, and I certainly don't. He also has all these little pet names for me, and I can tell what he's in the mood for by which name he calls me. If he calls home from work in the morning and calls me "Annie", that means that he wants a blow job when he comes home for lunch (Annie comes from that porn star, Little Oral Annie...he has several of her movies). If he calls me "Peaches", then he wants to go down on me. He says my hair there is like peach fuzz and that I'm all juicy and pink like a peach. I am, of course (grin), so he calls me Peaches a lot. Don't get all bent out of shape, but Earl also calls me Dianne sometimes. I told him how you liked for me to put two fingers in your ass when I was eating you, and now whenever he wants to do me in the ass he calls me Dianne. I wasn't sure that I liked the idea of that at first, but it does excite me to remember those times, so I let him. The more we do that the more I like it, which is something of a surprise. I never liked it much when Mark did it. Well, he'll be home soon, and I still have to get my bath. He likes me nice and clean for him. I'm sending the enlarged wedding photo today too, so you should be getting it soon as well. Take care, and write soon. Love, Susan July 10, 1993 Dear Susan, Whew! When you want to write a good letter you sure can, can't you? I'm still panting from reading your last one. I guess there are some advantages to being married, huh? I had no idea that Earl was such a sex fiend, but I suppose I should have known that anyone you'd marry would be. I don't know who is the luckiest, you or Earl, but I'm glad you found each other. Stay happy, Baby. I thought the "name calling" thing was cute, especially him calling you "Peaches". I wish I'd thought of that one myself. It's perfect...everything he said about you is definitely right. I've been with a couple of girls since you, but none of them were ever as sweet. Peaches is perfect. I guess if you don't mind him calling you Dianne, I don't. I can't deny that I like having something in my ass, and I'm glad to see that you're beginning to enjoy it too. I hope Earl isn't hung like a horse. If he's pretty average in size you should be in for some good times. The guy I've been dating some recently is almost too big for good anal sex, but I still let him do it when he wants, even though it hurts a little. I don't think I'd want to marry anyone with one that big, but it feels good sometimes. It sure looks good in his jeans. He wears boxer shorts, so it lays along the inside of his leg. If I tease him with my legs or something (you're right...leg men are easy), I can get him hard in a flash, and then it looks like he has a cucumber or something in his pants. There's just no substitute for a real cock. Sorry this can't be longer. I didn't really have time to write much, but I wanted to get a reply back to you so that you'd write me again real soon. I'm loving your letters, and looking forward to more juicy details! Love, Dianne July 15, 1993 Dear Dianne, Quite a lot has happened since I last wrote you. Earl has begun calling me by yet another name lately. The name is Peg, which he says stands for Pussy Eating Girl. Usually he calls me Peg at night, when we're in bed. He likes to lay beside me and play with me while I stroke him. He talks to me about pussy and how glad he is that I used to do you. He gets me all wet talking about how good pussy is and telling me to remember how good you used to taste and calling me his pussy eating girl and then he puts his fingers in and gets them all soaked and takes them out and puts them in my mouth so that I can lick them clean. He does that same routine almost every night lately, and I don't know which one of us loves it most. It's driving me crazy, and he knows it, and he always finishes me off by fucking me with his beautiful cock. Last night he did my ass and called me Dianne while he fucked it and after all the talk about your pussy and how good it tasted, etc., I actually had a climax from being ass-fucked! The only problem with all this is that I can't seem to think about anything but sex anymore. If I'm not thinking about his dick and how much I want it, I'm thinking about pussy and how much I wish I had someone to be with. Maybe there isn't anything wrong with being so obsessed; I don't know what to think about it. I guess if I worked outside the home and couldn't do my job it would be bad, but staying home like I do it doesn't cause any real problems. I do get the housework done, and I'm always ready for Earl when he wants me, which is enough to keep me busy. I do wonder sometimes if Earl is normal. Don't take that wrong, but I never realized that men liked to do it so OFTEN. We do it at at least once a day, usually more like twice, counting oral and anal sex and all that, but he still almost always masturbates sometime during the day. He doesn't make any big deal out of it, and so I don't either. Sometimes I watch him, and other times I just let him have his privacy. I do wonder sometimes what he thinks about and why it is that he wants to do that instead of having me yet another time, but then masturbation does feel good and it is nice to be alone with yourself at times. I masturbate too, usually when he's at work, so I guess I shouldn't wonder about him doing it. In a way I'm glad he does it, but I just hope he doesn't start preferring that to being with me. I hesitate to ask this, but Earl told me to, so I'm going to anyway. Do you have any photos of you in a bathing suit or less that you'd let us have? Our nightly pussy eating conversations have become one of our favorite things, and Earl says he thinks I would enjoy it even more if I had a sexy photo of you to look at. Don't send anything that you don't want Earl to see, cause you can bet he's going to see whatever you send. Not that I mind, but I did want you to know how it would be. If you don't want to send anything we'll understand, of course. I should tell you that I found a photo of the two of us together (one that I was SURE I'd put in a photo album) in his night-table drawer. I don't know if you remember the picture or not, but it's one of the two of us standing in front of Old Faithful. Sharon took it when the three of us took that trip one summer. I think he's been looking at it when he masturbates, judging from the thumb prints in the lower left corner. I put it back...no point in interferring with his fun (grin). Earl took me to a strip joint the other night, but I don't have time to tell you all about it in this letter. Needless to say, in my present state of mind it was quite exciting and led to some dynamite sex when we got home. There was this blond girl...sigh...remind me to tell you about it sometime. Hugs and kisses, Susan P.S. You can send some photos of your friend's cock too, if you like (big teasing grin). July 18, 1993 Dear Susan, Or should I call you Peg? (grin) Your letters get better and better these days! It sounds like you're having a ball, and I wouldn't worry about being obsessed with any of it. Obviously it feels good, and you're not hurting anyone, so go for it! I'm enclosing a couple of photographs of me that you might enjoy. They aren't nude shots, but I think they show my figure off pretty well, and the bathing suit doesn't cover much. I'm sure Jeff would be happy to take some nude shots of me, but I don't know exactly how I'd explain to him why I want them. I must confess that I really like the idea of you looking at them when you fantasize. Okay...I like the thought of Earl masturbating when he looks at them too. Maybe I'll rent a tripod and a camera with a timer on it sometime, or even a video camera and do some shots for you. You can be thinking about what you'd like to see. All this sexy letter writing we're doing is having its effect on me too. There is this girl at work who is about the same height and weight as you and the office gossip is that she is bi. She's a redhead, and not nearly as pretty as you, but she still reminds me of what it was like to be with you and I find myself slipping into the ladies room sometimes at work to get off. One day she was in there at the same time I was and it was all I could do to keep from putting a move on her. I haven't had any pussy for almost a year now. Can you believe it? By the way, I got my fingers juicy and rubbed them on the back of the two photos for you. I don't know if the scent will last, but if so you can have a little fun sniffing. You used to like the way I smell...maybe you still do. Love, Dianne P.S. I'll send you a photo of Jeff's cock when you send me one of Earl's. July 20, 1993 Dear Dianne, Thanks for sending the photos. They are great, and Earl and I are both enjoying them. (And yes, I do still love the way you smell...the scent was still there, but between the two of us, we've about sniffed it off already) I told Earl that I knew he liked to masturbate while looking at your photo and to feel free to do so whenever he liked (since you said it was okay). We keep them in his night-table now, but I always know where to find them when I want them, which is pretty often. We would LOVE to have some nude shots, still or video, and Earl said he'd be happy for me to send you a shot of his cock. He isn't real excited about me having a photo of Jeff's cock, so don't worry about sending me one. I'm sure I'd love it, but there's no point in messing up a good thing, right? I haven't had a chance to take a photo of him for you yet, but I will soon. I am enclosing a couple of nude pictures of me that Earl took. You didn't ask for any, but Earl wanted me to send them, and I hoped you might like them. Maybe they'll bring back some pleasant memories (wink). It amused me to see that all the pussy eating talk we're doing is beginning to rub off on you as well. The redhead sounds cute, and I can certainly sympathize with you about the thoughts you've been having when you see her at work. There is a teenage girl who lives next door to us who makes my mouth water every time I see her too. She's too young for me to mess with, even though I'm sure she probably is fucking already, judging by the size of her tits and the boys I see taking her out on dates. Earl hasn't mentioned her yet, but I know he watches her sometimes through the blinds and masturbates. She would be good, I'm sure of that. I'd guess she's a 36C by the looks of it and she's 15. Her parents must be pretty liberal, because she dates at least three nights a week. Oh to be young again, huh? One thing for sure, if I don't get some pussy pretty soon I'm going to go nuts. I do love fucking, and I wouldn't be a lesbian for all the world, but damn, Dianne, between our letter writing and Earl's constant pussy eating comments I'm about to crack up! Sniffing your photos brought it all back so vividly to me...you on your back, those fantastic legs all spread open so wide, your pretty little slit all juicy and wet, my hands full of your great tits, my face dripping with pussy juice. Damn! Somethings gotta give, and soon! Oh, the blond at the strip show...she was at least 5'10" if not taller, and built like you wouldn't believe. We were sitting right at the edge of the stage and Earl tipped her a twenty to dance in front of me. She stripped down to nothing but a g-string and rubbed her tits all over my face. Then she squatted so close that I swear I thought I could smell her and ground her ass around in tight little circles. It was like she was begging me to lick it, or to at least put a finger in it. I know I must have wet the seat...I don't know when I've been so turned on! Earl is fingering me while I write this and he says to ask you if you wouldn't like to come visit. He says he wants to see me make you come with my mouth and that you should watch me get fucked. He says you won't be sorry if you come. I have to go now. Love, Susan July 24, 1993 Dear Susan, I've been a nut-case since getting your last letter. Between what you wrote and the nude shots of you (I'd forgotten how long your nipples get when you're hot!) I've not been able to think about anything else. I looked into renting a video camera, but if we're going to get together soon I'd rather let Earl take his own photos. That way you can pose me any way you like. The only thing about me visiting you is that I don't have the money to fly out there at the moment. Tell Earl that if he wants me to come he can send me the airplane tickets and I'll make sure it's worth it to him. (By the way, if we get together, do you want Earl to fuck me, or not? It's up to you. I've wanted him to fuck me ever since I first met him, but he IS your husband.) By now you've noticed the panties, I guess. I left them on when I finger fucked myself and pushed the crotch on up inside so that it would get good and soaked. The baggie should have kept the juice good and fresh and you should be able to smell me real good. Maybe that will encourage you to talk Earl into paying my way. You can have all of it you want if we're together, you know. Turns out the redhead IS bi. She put an invitation to a lesbian get-together on my desk and told me she would love for me to go with her to it. I don't know that I will, but if I get much hotter for her I may have to at least try her once. Can you imagine being at a party where all the girls there love pussy? I don't know if I'm ready for that yet or not. Maybe if I do come to visit we can lay out and tease the girl next door. She may have more interest in pussy than you imagine. Seeing us both out there should peak her interest, if she has any. And maybe we can go to the strip show together too. The blond sounds really hot, and at least we'd be able to work out our frustrations together after watching her. I can get off work any time you like...just let me know. I miss you, Baby, and I'll be a good girl if you let me visit. Licks and nibbles, Dianne Continued in MRWADE.206 The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found on Wade's World BBS, (703)-694-5460, ansi terminal emulation, 8,N,1, 12009600 baud.