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Subject: I Want To Watch (12/17 from Oh, Susana) FFM
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This is the 12th chapter of my book of short stories, collectively 
entitled "Oh, Susana". I am posting all 17 chapters, including reposts 
of the four chapters submitted previously. Please feel free to comment. 

WARNING: This is adult entertainment only, dealing with sex and sexual 
subjects in explicit language and detail. If you are under age for that 
kind of thing, leave now. This story, and others in the Oh, Susana 
series, may be reposted on ASSM, and redirected to ASS, but may not be 
put to commercial use by anyone but myself. I am willing to discuss them 
on ASSD or you can email me at <susanasue@hotmail.com>

Oh, Susana!
The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot
by Martina Lee



12. I want to watch

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 her 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 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, allowed him to peel the garment over her 
shoulders and down her arms. He dropped 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 fingertips, 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 tits," 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 him 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 him.
Susana licked Neil's left ear, 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 zip. 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. She shuddered, reached out 
and laced her fingers behind his neck, lowered her head and looked 
straight into Susana's eyes.
____
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 themselves 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 intrigued, 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 she 
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."
____
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 pants 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 ministrations, 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, a creeping wetness 
between her legs. Swiftly she stripped 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 themselves 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. 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 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, producing 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. She withdrew 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 the 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, released 
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 somehow 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 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, 
fondled his balls, then stroked the tangled red fuzz of Erica's bush.
Neil settled into a regular rhythm of thrust and retreat, his wet and 
glistening cock pistoning steadily in and out of the pale pink folds of 
Erica's pussy. At this 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 furiously, 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 stopped 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 softening 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 forcing 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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