Message-ID: <20739eli$9903230438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ovidsmeta@hotmail.com Subject: Stop it (part 3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7d6jrc$h9j$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> "God. It'th late," she slurred, trying to put on her jean jacket, unsteady. Sue and I watched in the dark lobby of the restaurant. The other arm, sweetheat. Jesus. No. No. The other . . . I walked to her and took the jacket off and held it for her. "Try it now." She giggled. "Oh God . . ." It was on. She looked at us both, flushed. "Well, thank, you know, for everything and, well, you know . . ." Sue turned to me and I took the kid's hand. It was cold, her constricted blood unable to warm that practical, but not critical, appendage. "Where do you think you're going?" "Uh, well . . ." "Come on," I said, putting my arm around her. "The evening's fresh." Sue smiled at us. "Let's call a cab for her, darling." I shook my head, knowing my role, happy to comply, the kid's narrow firm waist offering a small glimpse at her wonders. No fuckin' way I was going to let Sue get everything. Sloppy seconds? I could live with that. "Cab my ass." I snorted. "Irene shall accompany us to the apartment." "Apartment?", the kid squeaked. Sue shook her head, masterful, in her pretended innocense. "Oh, we've a place for when . . . Well, sometimes, since we both work downtown, we stay the night when we have work or when we're too drunk to drive or--" "Or when we want to enjoy the company of a lovely lady, like you," I smiled, squeezing the kid into me, pressing my thigh against her's. Fuck. This body. Sue shrugged, accepting my decree and I released the kid to her rightful claimant and they walked out into the crisp night. **** Sue'd changed the decor, I thought, as the lights were turned on. I looked at her, wanting to laugh. What's with all the black and white and leather, chica? She ignored me, watching Irene standing in front of the large window. "Oh my God, this is incredible! You can see everything." She turned to us, giddy, a little embarrassed. The signt was nice, the chaotic lights of the tall building created a weird sense of nearness, like you were being watched. "You can see the bay to your left." Irene turned back to the window and leaned forward, almost on her tippy toes. Oh, Jesus. The fuckin ass, clenching. Look at that. "Yeah, I can see boats, by the harbor, I think. Wow." I threw my coat on a chair a loosened my tie and walked to Sue. "Get comfortable," I called to her. "Darling, a drink?" I asked and wrapped my arms behind her, nuzzling her ear and pressing myself into her. She tried to push me away, laughing. "Dear, have you forgotten our guest?" Irene turned around and smiled. I held Sue tighter. "Dear, please. You're embarrassing me." I loved it. Meek Sue. Irene continued watching. She swallowed. "I should be leaving, you know." I straightened up, off Sue and shook my head. "Don't be ridiculous." Sue laughed. "Don't mind him. He's been away a couple of days on business and he's acting a little juvenile. It'll pass." "I think I should leave you two alone. I didn't know. I'm sorry." Sue pushed her rear against me, trying to get me off. "Enough," she sighed. I reached around and palmed her right breast. Beautiful. Her nipple began rising as I massaged. "Is this enough?" Sue faked a gentle scream and I let go of her. "Don't let him frighten you, Irene. He must be coming down with something. That's all. Please, get comfortable," Sue said, with a charming grace, and then turned to face me. "And you, you little pervert. You should behave yourself." She actually forced herself to blush. Sue was on tonight. A blush. Baby. You haven't blushed since you were ten. Good grief. I shook my head. "Get me a drink and I'll behave." Sue smiled, the dutiful little wife. "Irene, what would you like?" "I don't think I should have anymore. I think--" "Get her a gin and tonic, something undemanding," I interrupted, winking at the kid who turned away, a little afraid. Sue smiled, shaking her head. That's right, baby. Shake that blond head. I'm doing all the work and you'll get . . . "The usual, Fred?" "Please." Sue walked away towards the booze and I sat down. Irene stood in front of the window. "Have a seat," I motioned towards one of the sofas. She nodded and walked to the sofa, sitting down, apposite me. "How long have you guys had this place. I mean, it must cost a fortune." Sue laughed in the background. "Fred knows how to keep his wife happy, isn't that right darling." I nodded. Christ. Sue could buy the hotel, let alone the pent-house apartment. I looked at my watch. Henry would be asleep. No highlights of his dismal playing tonight. Annie would be . . . Sue returned and placed the drinks down on the glass top of the table Refined glass on refined glass. Nothing could be more cold sounding. I looked up at Sue, who sat next to Irene. Perfect. "I'll sit here so the octupus can't get to us." The kid took a couple of gulps. Wonderful. She was trying to clear her head with more booze. Keep it up darling. I toasted to them and drained the dull liquid. They were talking about the flower shop, how much Sue liked it. Nonsense. Sue was closing in. Her eyes, voice, every movement was caressing the poor girl. Sue the seductress. I looked at the girl, trying hard to listen, to keep up. I sat up and bowed. "Pardon me, ladies." "Don't be too long," Sue said. "I want to buy that cute little shop of hers. And, of course, I want your permission, darling." Permission. I laughed to myself, heading for the toilet, my bladder heavy. When have you ever needed the permission from anyone your life. Fuck. Fred. How could he . . . ? Fred. Fuck. The perfect husband for Sue. Why not? Marry a rich bitch and so what. So she likes to fuck women. So what? Her pussy's pure. No dick gets in there. Fuck. Sue. Compliant Fred. He knew everything and didn't give a shit. Or was it the pre-nuptial that made it so easy? She has weakness. Other women. So what? She wants a kid. She marries Fred. Respectibility. Bring him anywhere you want. The world thinks he's wonderful. I looked at my watch. Jesus. What the fuck am I doing? Fuck it. Annie would be sleeping. I walked back to the two of them and they saw me, and tried to hush their giggles. Two little dorm-roommates, sharing a stupid story about one of their boy-friends. His dick is really small when it's soft, but when it get hard . . . Sue. I took my cue. "What's all this, then." Sue blushed, again. Twice in one night. A new record. I looked at the kid's marvelous tits under the flimsy dress. No doubt. No doubt about it. Blush, baby, blush. I stood in front of them, my arms crossed. What an effect this must be having. I hated people who stood with their arms crossed, like . . . What a joke. "Come on. What's tho funny," I slurred. "Nothing," Sue said, turned from me, her eyes lowered to her neatly clasped hands in her lap. "Nothing, my ass. Come on." Sue looked up at me. "Darling, I agreed to buy the flower shop. Is that okay?" I couldn't help laughing this time. "Okay? Of course. I want you to have it." Irene beamed and laughed. "This is so cool." She hugged Sue. Sue held her lightly. "Thank you. Thank you. Wow." She drew a deep breath. "Wow." She looked up at me. "Thank you." I was mildly disappointed that Sue had resorted to an out-right bribe to get in the girl's panties. It was late. We were tired. It had to get done soon. "You're welcome," I tried smiling, "but tell me why the two of you were laughing." "Darling, please." "My wife's a little old-fashioned, Irene. So I'm counting on you now. What was so funny?" Irene turned to Sue, who turned away looking at her drink. No affirmation there. The kid would have to take the next step. "Sue and I were talking about a, um, you know, a thing you liked." Where was this going to go? Sue's ploy would have to be a good one. They always were. "What do I like?" "You like women, you know, in their underwear." Beautiful. Simple. Direct. I turned to Sue and smiled. My compliments. "I love women in their underwear." Of course, it was true. Who the fuck does not like to see a beautiful hard-body, strutting around in her panties and bra. "Darling, did you leave that recent collection I brought from Japan here or is it home?" "Fred, please." "Oh, come on. If you two are going to get a good laugh at my expense, I should at least receive some reward." "Please. Fred." I turned from them, pouting and sat down on the chair. I looked at my watch. I could see Sue staring at Irene, pleading, hoping from help to appease the brutal master. Irene took control, confident, for a moment. "What do you want?" "I want to see my lovely wife in the new outfits." "That's sounds easy," she smiled. Irene was about to stand up, but Sue held her in place. Again, with the pleading. "No. No. Irene. I want you to see too, please." Irene looked at me, confused, and then at Sue. I stared back, trying to look as lewd as I felt. Sue was turned away, again. Fuck. I watched her working it out. She could do. What would be the big deal? Let the old pervert have his fun. He was banking the deal that would give her all that cash. Entertain the fool. 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