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I Want to Watch" The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot by Martina Lee _________ This story, and others in the Oh, Susana series, depict a swinging couple and their sexual lifestyle. _________ 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. ____ 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." ____ 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 8