Susan sat with her legs bent on the leather sofa, dressed only in Victoria’s Secret velvet V-neck slip, her arms wrapped around her husband, who had locked lips with her so they could rub tongues.  She then let her hands slide over Michael’s sculpted and exposed upper torso, then checked his shorts for any hardness, but sadly found none.  Michael’s hands roamed her legs even under her slip, which caused her to breathe more rapidly; Susan broke the foreplay as she felt warmed up enough for the next event.

“Let’s Facetime him then,” she said. “He should be alone now as it’s pretty late, and he’s got to study to survive medical school,” Susan remembered enough from their lunch conversation with Martin that he was very studious and disciplined, so not likely to have guests in his room, which they required to FaceTime him like this.

As planned, Michael picked up the tablet and pressed the FaceTime button.  After some ringing, Martin answered:

“Hi!  How are you?” greeted Martin.  Susan carefully and quickly scanned the background to confirm it was not a digital fake and that he was in fact alone.

“Good!” replied Michael, “How’s studying for your neurological diseases midterm?”

“Tough!  Trying to organize my professor’s lectures and textbook excerpts into study sheets so I can focus,” whined Martin.

“You are talking to one of the most widely known and respected neurosurgeons in the world,” her husband said, and added “I’m going to send you a copy of my study booklet; it covers the standard material that courses in this country absolutely have to test you on.  Focus on that!”

“Thanks, Doctor Feather!” Martin replied enthusiastically.

Susan decided to get right into the purpose of the call. “Martin, we wanted to congratulate you on your successful lawsuit and your midterm marks.”

“I haven’t written my midterms yet…they are next week,” replied Martin honestly, and naively.

Susan smiled and continued, “We know.  We don’t want to get in the way of your studies, and we are sure you will ace those tests.  So, we wanted to celebrate by having me take you out for a date.”

Michael then put the tablet on the table in front of them, with the stand-up, so Martin now could see Susan’s beauty on display within the sexy lingerie slip, and that her husband was almost naked except for his shorts.  Susan smiled as she saw Martin’s eyes light up at the sight of her; she tested her hypothesis by casually rubbing her lower leg on the couch, and saw Martin’s eyes on the tablet viewscreen look down.

Her husband then put his arm around her and started rubbing her ass.  Martin could only watch in bewildered lust.

“Well, we just asked you out!  What do you think?” pressed Susan.  She didn’t want to scare Martin off, which was very possible given his extremely shy introverted nature and inexperience with women, but she wasn’t used to men not constantly trying to get into her pants.

“Umm…I’m not sure…” replied Martin.

Susan brought her legs up front, knees pinned together as she wasn’t ready to show Martin her panties yet, and then stretched one leg out over her husband’s lap, the other bent so her knee rested on Michael’s chest.  To make sure he would focus on her legs, she ran one hand up and down the thigh of her outstretched leg.

“It’s OK…it’s just a date.  It’ll just be the two of us, and I swear I don’t bite,” insisted Susan, as she let her hand slowly rest on her knee.

As Martin pondered on screen, she felt her husband’s hand touch her bent knee and slide down her thigh.

“When is your last midterm, Martin?” pressed Susan.  She didn’t want to get too forceful, so she decided to dance around the subject and eliminate his excuses.

“Next Friday,” replied Martin, now distracted by her gorgeous legs being felt, and probably by the view of Susan’s cleavage too, which was well accentuated by her slip.

Meanwhile, Susan slid her outstretched leg across her husband’s lap, feeling for a non-existent erection as she slowly pulled her toes across so that her leg was bent and knee aligned with the other.  Her husband Michael then grabbed onto her ankle, and his hand started to move slowly up her inner leg.

“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want,” Susan assured Martin, who still was hopelessly trying to avoid looking at her gorgeous legs.

“OK…I mean are you OK,” began Martin, clearly requesting permission from Susan’s muscular husband.

“Of course, Martin!  Susan and I have a great marriage!  We don’t do anything without the others’ approval” reassured her husband.

“Great!  Let’s go out on Sunday night after your last midterm.

I’ll call before I pick you up at your condo!  Probably be around nine in the evening,” said Susan, eager to lock in a commitment.

She deliberately offered to pick him up because she suspected his parents, even though wealthy enough to send him to the prestigious medical school in their town, probably didn’t spoil him with his own car; they sent him to the naval reserves after all.  Plus, she didn’t want Martin showing up at their gated community asking the security guard to see her, as it would create quite the scandal since she was still well known enough as a former Victoria’s Secret angel.

She would have to plan her seduction very carefully to avoid being caught; she wasn’t worried about Martin trying to supplant Michael because as their assailant noted, being a Chinese beta male put Martin at the bottom of the social hierarchy.  While she was thinking, Michael’s hand passed her knee and started sliding down her inner thigh toward the bottom of her slip.

“OK” replied Martin obediently.  Susan smiled, as she had assessed Martin correctly as someone easy to control and would practice enthusiastic consent, so she felt safe with him and knew he would never violate her boundaries, so she could set them on the fly.  To be sure, Susan bent both her knees so they now pointed at the tablet, making sure Martin’s eyes followed them.  Her husband lecherously kept his hand on the inner thigh so it became trapped between her legs, but seeing Martin’s reaction, Susan decided not to remove it.

“Perfect!  It’s a date then,” repeated Susan, emphasizing the word date.  Probably useless as virgin Martin had probably never been on one, but hopefully her selection of lingerie for tonight’s FaceTime and her sexy leg performance would put the hint in his head.  She smiled and sternly told him:

“Study hard and do well on those midterms or else it’s off.  Don’t cut down on your sleep either.  Good night,” said Susan as her husband used his hand trapped between her thighs to start to lift one up.  Martin just stared lustfully while continually nodding obediently to Susan’s commands; he’s completely under my control now, she thought.  With that, Susan grabbed the tablet and ended the FaceTime call.

“Good job stud.  You got our target excited…” said Susan, and she reached into her husband’s shorts looking for an erection, but found none.

“You realize you won’t know how well Martin did on his midterms before you take him out,” said her husband.

“I just wanted to give him a real motivation to study, if he caught on all my hints,” Susan said.  She then added, “if he flunks out of medical school, you know his parents are going to ask why, and we might get into some serious trouble with the family that basically saved us.”

“Good point.  I’ll check on him every other week to make sure he stays on track,” said Michael.  He contemplated a bit and asked: “Why did you pick Sunday night?  You can’t stay out late.”

“Exactly.  That way I can control the action as I don’t want to go too far on a first date, plus most people will be inside either watching the game or getting ready to get up early for work.”

“You are one wicked genius!” exclaimed her husband.

It was Monday night and Susan quickly rummaged through her walk-in closet to find the right outfit for her first date with Martin.  Given his demeanor, she didn’t want something too provocative, but enough to keep his attention on her and hopefully get him to fool around with her a little.

After some search, she settled on a tight sweater that accentuated her breasts but hid them, as she didn’t want Martin groping her breasts yet, and a pair of short jean shorts that were cut off just at the bottom of her butt cheeks.  She grabbed an everyday regular clutch to hold her wallet, car keys, and phone and made sure her phone had lots of free space, as she promised Michael to capture all the audio.

When she stepped out of the closet, her husband looked at her in shock: “That’s a great outfit babe!

But you dressed way sexier for me on our first date.”

“I want to get the ball rolling, not scare him off.  Remember, Martin is a quiet, shy Chinese man with low self-esteem.  If I come on too strong, he won’t work with us.”

Michael nodded in agreement and wished her fun.

Susan got out to the garage and picked up the same car they took to see Martin for lunch almost a month ago.  It was nice, with comfortable seats and plenty of space in the back seat, in case she wanted to take things further than she already planned.  She checked to ensure the hidden cameras were working so that she could record the date and watch the video with her husband before their lovemaking.  Glancing at her watch, she realized it was eight thirty so she decided to leave now, and let Martin know she was coming.

When Martin accepted the FaceTime, he could only gape in awe at her beautiful face, wrapped on both sides by long, golden blonde straight hair, and her gorgeous, gravity-defying breasts hidden by her tight sweater.

“I’m coming now.  I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

Susan then ended the call, started the car, and drove off for her first date with Martin.  As she drove through the exit of her gated community, she worried that the guard might notice her driving off by herself, and made a mental note to keep the date short; plus, she wanted to make sure Martin got a good night’s sleep before his classes tomorrow.

The highways were clear and Susan took less time than usual to arrive at the secret rendezvous point she had selected; the little roadway behind Martin’s complex was hidden from most prying eyes.  Pulling in quickly, she saw Martin waiting nervously for her around the curve, then called her husband from her phone and quickly hid the phone in her clutch, and after smiling and waving to him from her car, pulled around next to him, put her Mercedes Benz in parking mode, but left the engine running as she opened the door in front of him.

Slowly stretching her left leg out to give Martin a good view, Susan turned quickly to face him, causing her beautiful long blonde hair to sway in the air momentarily.

“Hi,” she smiled at him.

“Hi,” Martin replied nervously.

Clearly a virgin, Susan thought, and never been alone with a woman either, which wasn’t surprising as not many would even want a nerdy Chinese student around.  She then slowly slid her right leg out, and put her knees together, facing Martin, who couldn’t take his eyes off her long, toned legs.  He’s going to have fun tonight, Susan thought to herself.  She looked him over to see how he dressed for their date: short-sleeved shirt with shorts.  Clearly, he thought they would just be chatting like friends…

She then slowly lifted herself out of the car so Martin could appreciate her breasts in her tight sweater, but also took the opportunity to quickly glance around to make sure no one was watching.  Verifying that they were alone, Susan whispered to her date:

“Let’s go.”

Martin started to open the rear passenger door as Susan strolled confidently, and seductively to the front passenger door, swaying her hips and glancing at Martin from time to time to ensure she had his undivided attention.  So focused on her firm tight buttocks and gorgeous athletic legs he had forgotten to open the door, nor realized Susan had left the driver’s door open for him.

“You’re driving,” said Susan as she got into the front passenger seat.

Like a trained puppy, Martin got into the driver’s seat and closed the door, then turned to Susan and asked:

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Martin and Susan then strapped on their seatbelts, and he turned to his beautiful, married date:

“Where to?”

“Lookout Hill.”

“Where’s that?”

Susan couldn’t help but giggle for a moment; definitely a virgin.  Lookout hill was a secluded area overlooking the ocean, with several tourist parking spots hidden in isolated spots on the hill.  All were very private, gave a great view, and were favorite spots for young couples to park their cars and have fun in the backseat.

She had been there many times with her few boyfriends and even her husband while they were dating.  Susan then decided she would seek Michael’s consent to take Martin’s virginity; she noted she would need Martin’s consent too, which would probably be harder to get.

She then talked Martin through the quick path to Lookout Hill, legs bent and up on the seat so her knees faced him, and after a few turns, she directed him to the face of the hill that looked towards the national park, which typically was the most deserted.  She had to be very quick and loud in directing him as Martin was checking out her legs as he drove; Susan was afraid he might drive them off a cliff.

As they drove up a bit, Susan checked and verified they were alone and pointed out the next spot for Martin to park in, which he did.  She enjoyed the fact that he was completely under her control.

Now how to grease Martin into being comfortable with her intimately, Susan pondered.  She decided to stick with her original plan; small steps.

“Let me show you something,” Susan said, and she got out of the car and jogged a little to the edge of the cliff, so her breasts would bounce a little.  She checked over her shoulder to see Martin following her quickly, albeit nervously, eyes bouncing from her breasts to her legs.  Susan gave her glorious golden blonde hair a quick shake in the wind too to add to the effect and saw to her delight that Martin was trying to be inconspicuous about a small bulge forming in the center of his shorts.

“Look at that,” Susan said, pointing at a tiny light just below the horizon.  She had quickly found that star as the perfect position to lead into her first move and made sure she was standing directly in front of a large bare tree trunk too.

Martin nervously came next to her and looked but couldn’t see it, as Susan knew he couldn’t.  She knew that only at her angle could he properly see the star.

“Get behind me.”

Martin immediately and obediently complied, squeezing into the tight space between Susan and the tree trunk, as she had planned.  He seemed nervous being so close to a woman for the first time, but could also have been nervous as they were standing at the hill’s edge, Susan thought, beginning to feel a little nervous herself.

“Hold me so I don’t fall over,” she commanded.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, as he was a little shorter than her, and Susan pointed in the same direction again, looking down over her shoulder to see if Martin could see the star.  Again, he shook his head.  Perfect, she thought.

“Hold on tight,” she again commanded.  Again, as predicted, Martin nervously and obediently complied.

Susan then pressed her butt back so her cutoff jean shorts made contact with the front of Martin’s shorts; as expected, she didn’t feel his erection yet as she was taller, so she slowly began to bend her knees while stretching out her arm to point.

“Over there…” said Susan, herself beginning to lose focus as her breathing increased, and as she pointed, she continued bending her knees ever so slowly, allowing her buttocks to slide hard against the front of Martin’s shorts.

Suddenly, Martin grunted as she felt a hard tip in his shorts get caught between her legs, pressing hard up between her butt cheeks.  While leaning forward trying to point the star out, Susan was breathing so excitedly that she accidentally rubbed her butt down harder, pushing Martin’s gradually forming erection down.

In response, he involuntarily thrust his hips forward; luckily, he was holding on to her, or she would have been bumped right over the ledge.  She smiled knowingly as she had planned for this contingency too and had deliberately directed her shy Chinese date to a side that wasn’t steep and didn’t go down too far.

Susan felt Martin wiggling his erection along the bottom of her jean shorts and buttocks, nervously attempting to escape.

“It’s OK,” Susan reassured her shy virgin date, and pressed her butt harder against him, pinning him against the tree.

“Hold my legs so I don’t lose balance,” said Susan.  She looked behind her, still leaning down pointing, and asked “see that?”

Martin nodded as he tried to shift the growing bulge in his shorts out from between her butt cheeks, while his arms began to unwrap from her torso.

“Don’t let go of me or I’m going to fall!” commanded Susan, as she wiggled her butt to lift Martin’s growing erection between her butt cheeks and pointed it straight up.

Again, he involuntarily thrust forward, but with his hands tightly holding her waist, slid both slowing down, over her jean shorts and onto her outer thighs.  Susan enjoyed the natural, sensuous motion as his hands then felt over the front of her thighs and held her tight, with fingers involuntarily exploring her inner thighs.

Susan looked at her watch and noted they spent about fifteen minutes already in this warm-up foreplay and decided to wrap things up quickly to get him back in time for school tomorrow.

She then checked to make sure they were clearly in front of the front camera installed into their car so her husband could enjoy the show later, and slowly straightened her back so that she could feel Martin’s erection on the center of the rear of her jean shorts, and smiled when once again he involuntarily thrust forward.

She then began straightening her knees and slowly stood straight up so her butt cheeks slid up Martin’s erection to the tip; Susan noticed that Martin’s hands were carefully and slowly fondling the outside of her thighs.  The sight of his yellowish-tanned skin against her creamy white thighs proved to be quite an aphrodisiac for both as he involuntarily thrust against her butt again.

“Come on, let’s get back to the car,” Susan said, slowly dragging her hand across the front of Martin’s shorts to grab his hand as she turned off the edge and led them both back to her Mercedes Benz.  She felt Martin involuntarily thrust against her hand, and noticed his face turned pale with embarrassment.

“Let’s talk for a bit,” suggested Susan, as she held his hand and led him to the rear passenger door.

Being a gentleman, Martin opened the door and Susan bent over to give him another view of her firm, tight buttocks, and slowly crawled onto the seat so he could also admire her long gorgeous legs.

As Susan anticipated, Martin had strolled into the door as if to follow her in just to enjoy the sight: Susan’s beautiful face framed by long blonde hair, smiling knowingly as his eyes drifted to her buttocks and legs.

She turned quickly as she wanted to catch him before he walked around the other side of the door to close it:

“You come in too,” she said, signaling him with her finger.  She sat in the middle seat, legs bent and facing her somewhat younger Chinese date, smiling.  Martin came closer, then stopped, nervous that her feet were on the seat, and began to back off to get to the other side.

However, Susan had anticipated this and her legs quickly sprang out and wrapped around his waist.

She leaned back and grabbed the other seat handle, and pulled with her legs and arms in one swift motion, which caused Martin to fall on top of her, face in her breasts.  Susan giggled excitedly as her plan worked better than expected.

Martin lifted his head to look at her, fear in his eyes.

“Relax,” said Susan, and with her legs wrapped around him, used Martin as leverage to pull herself up.

He in turn had to put his hands on her knees to lift himself off her breasts, but curiously enough, kept his hands on her legs.  Susan smiled to raise his confidence and to keep his silky-smooth hands there.

“Let’s be careful we don’t break these, as we need these for you to become a doctor,” said Susan as she removed his glasses and carefully placed them on the driver’s seat, twisting her legs a little.  She felt Martin steady himself by holding onto her knees but felt his hands wander down her lower legs at the same time.

She turned and faced him; it was the first time she had ever seen him, or any Chinese male, so close.

He looked so different from her husband and her previous boyfriends, in that he was not attractive, yet his face seemed to glow.  She ran one hand through his short black hair.

“You have fun?”

Martin looked down shyly, and her eyes followed his gaze, noticing the erection in his shorts.  He nodded.

“Good, me too.”

With that, she pulled his lips close to her, feeling his heavy breathing on her face, and gave him a small kiss on the lips.  Martin’s eyes opened wide with joy and fear.

“It’s OK Martin.  This is what people do on dates when they are compatible,” she paused for a second, and added: “and my husband was hoping this would happen.”

Calmed, Martin opened his mouth, still breathing heavily.  Susan wasn’t sure whether he was ready yet, so she carefully opened her mouth and slowly covered his with hers, turning her head so their lips rubbed against each other.  When Martin didn’t resist or pull away for a moment, she used her legs, still wrapped around his torso, to pull him in closer and stuck her tongue into his mouth, searching for his tongue.  Susan found it, and ran her tongue along his; she felt one of Martin’s hands slide up her outer leg and down her outer thigh to the edge of her shorts, then back down again.

After some more tongue guidance from Susan, Martin picked up and they began their tongue dance.  Meanwhile, Martin’s hand began exploring all of her legs more aggressively, many times feeling up and down her inner thigh, though his fingertips never tried to push into the tight opening of where her jean cutoffs met the top of her thighs.

Susan moaned at his touch.  She felt her labia swell with lust, and wiggled her legs a little to relieve some of the desire.

Curious as to how Martin felt, Susan traced her hand gently down his face, then the side of his neck, and along his shirt collar until she felt his top button.  She slowly unbuttoned the top and feeling his hand fondle her lower leg, began to unbutton more.

Eventually, she opened his shirt and while still kissing him, peeked at his lean, fit frame.  Martin was clearly doing some weights, given his chest was a bit larger than average, but not enough to bulk like her husband.  She placed her hand on his chest and relished how her creamy, white skin differed in texture against his yellower tanned chest.  As she ran the palm of her hands across his nipples, Martin slid his open mouth off of hers and around her face.

Good, now he’s getting a lot more creative, or maybe just needed a break to breathe, thought Susan, as her hand slid down the front of his body to the top of his belt.  She moved over the belt buckle and down the center until she felt a hard lump, and began circling it with her thumb.  At that point, Martin began thrusting the tip of the bulge in his shorts against her thumb.

Suddenly Martin backed off, likely embarrassed at how he was reacting to her touch; Susan also noted that strangely enough, his hands were still all over her enticing legs.

“Relax…it’s OK, lover. This kind of stuff happens on dates…it’s natural,” said Susan.

Martin looked a little nervous at how intimate they had gotten on their first date, and Susan sensed that it was time to take him home before she scared him off.  She leaned forward and they passionately touched tongues for a moment; despite his nervousness Martin still couldn’t keep his hands from exploring her legs.  She made a mental note that he didn’t feel comfortable enough to undress her yet or go for her breasts, then broke the kiss.

“We better get you home so you can sleep now,” Susan said, checking her watch.  They had been fooling around roughly ten minutes longer than she had intended.  She wondered how this unattractive Chinese beta male got her engine going, and her husband’s, for that matter.  Must be some psychological effect of fighting off those perverts together, she concluded.

Susan then boldly pointed out the erection in Martin’s shorts.

“You’re going to have a hard time getting to sleep with that.  You’ll probably have to masturbate.”

Martin nodded honestly.

Completely under her control, Susan realized.

“Don’t worry, lover.  Michael and I have a gift for you to help with that,” Susan said, and she reached into a bag at the passenger seat and pulled out a small photo album, and passed it to Martin, her legs still wrapped around him, and his hands still feeling them.

Martin stopped fondling her legs to grab the photo album.  The cover was blank and plain, and when he opened it to the first page, his eyes opened wide with excitement.  There was Susan, wearing only a matching leopard print bra and panty set, with her husband Michael behind her, wearing only boxers.

Susan knew Martin only wanted to see her, the beautiful blonde trophy wife, in lingerie, but she deliberately included some revealing photos of her and her husband to calm him into being with the two of them when he was ready.  As he flipped through, Martin gasped in awe at some of Susan’s professional Victoria’s Secret photoshoots.

“I want you to look at those photos and think of me when you take care of yourself tonight after you get home,” she ordered, “but remember, our dating is our secret.  Don’t tell anyone…not your friends, and definitely not your family,” reminded Susan, realizing that Martin probably didn’t have anyone to tell anyway.

With that, Susan released Martin from her legs and gently began pushing him out of the car.  He quickly got up and started to get into the front passenger side when Susan shook her finger at him:

“No, you’re driving home.  That way you remember the way so you can take me back here next week…and button up your shirt before you forget!”

He apologized and walked around to get into the front driver’s seat, buttoning up his shirt in the process, and Susan got up and into the front passenger seat.  They put on their seatbelts, and after Martin drove off and began the downhill drive back to his condo, Susan turned to face him.

She leaned her back against the front passenger door, unbuckled her belt, and stretched her legs over and onto Martin’s lap.

Martin looked at her, and Susan nodded her consent.  Then he released one hand off the steering wheel and began to feel the top of her lower legs.  As the driving back continued, his hand went over her knee and onto her thigh.

Unfortunately for him, it was a short drive, and seeing the condo towers and university area approaching, Susan quickly took her legs off his lap, sat properly, and put on her seatbelt again.

Martin stopped the car at the exact same spot, and Susan confirmed her commitment to go on another date with him exactly one week from now, which he enthusiastically agreed to.

Good, he’s not so shy with me now, she thought and looked around outside to make sure nobody was around.

With no one to observe, she leaned forward and joined mouths with her date to dance tongues for a short while.

Martin then thanked her again, got out, and began to quickly walk home; Susan was certain she saw a little happy bounce in his walk.

Susan quickly sped home and into her garage, almost running a few red lights along the way.  Luckily, she lived in a quiet part of the town so few police cars were checking for speeders in her neighborhood.  As she parked in the garage and got out of the car, the door to the house opened.  There was her husband, Michael, waiting for her, completely naked, with a huge, angry erection pointed directly at her.  Susan quickly activated the garage door so it began closing behind her.

“Are you crazy?” she asked, “someone could have spotted you.”

Michael didn’t wait.

He grabbed her in for a kiss.

They had to move quickly, Susan thought before the erection went away.

Kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, Susan felt Michael’s hands pull off her sweater, so she lifted her arms up to get it completely off.  Looking quickly around her house, Susan saw a nearby loveseat and kissing her husband, pushed him onto it.  Michael then opened her cutoffs and pulled her tight jean shorts down, followed by her classic cotton panties; Susan was now nude except for her bra.

Michael then grabbed her waist and planted Susan right on top of his erection; with his other hand, he was holding a squeeze bottle of lubricant and liberally applied it to his hard shaft and glans.  He then reached between Susan’s legs and rubbed her labia lips sensuously, applying plenty of lubricant onto her.

Closing the bottle and tossing it to the side, he grabbed Susan’s waist and began pulling her down onto him, his erection easily impaling her due to the lubrication.  Susan wiggled her hips a bit to guide his glans directly to her vaginal opening, and slowly slid down his shaft, his glans touching her cervix.  They both growled in primal ecstasy at that moment.

From there Michael reached behind and unclasped her bra, and putting both hands on her shoulders, pulled her forward so he could suck and lick her nipples as he thrust into his wife.

Susan managed to wiggle her legs around his waist and wrapping them firmly around her husband, used her legs and hips to coordinate their hip thrusting.  Soon husband and wife reached a rhythm in both breathing and thrusting.

While they both grunted and groaned, Michael grabbed his wife’s legs and put one over each shoulder, deepening his penetration, causing Susan to cry out in delight as his large hard member went deeper into her.

Michael then started pumping hard up into her, and on the third thrust, his momentum picked them both off the love seat, but he continued bouncing her up and down on his stiff penis, her legs still over his shoulders, and their breathing and thrusting in rhythm.

Susan couldn’t help but growl lustfully as her husband’s glans rubbed every part of her love tunnel, and his shaft stimulated her clitoris.

Soon they stumbled and thrust their way into the family room, where Susan’s loving husband thrust her onto their prized French Carved Oak Blush Upholstered French Louis XV Style Daybed Chaise, with pink cushioning.  Susan felt her husband pump into her hard, and could even hear the wet slapping noises of intercourse now over their breathing and groaning.  She felt her husband thrust into her hard again, her legs still over his shoulders, and she was pushed further onto the daybed, with her head almost against the backrest.

Michael climbed onto the daybed with her, pinning her knees to her shoulders; they managed to touch tongues while breathing and groaning heavily during their intensely passionate coitus.  Her husband then took one leg and crossed it over her other, both over one shoulder, so her love tunnel wrapped tightly around his pumping shaft.  Then Susan heard her husband’s breathing become tenser, and felt his penis twitch within her.  Then nature took over.

Her husband involuntarily thrust deep and hard into her, and she felt his hot semen splatter against her cervix, with a little leaking into her womb.  Then again, he suddenly withdrew a little and pushed himself deep into her, letting loose some more semen.  Susan then felt his hands wrap around her breasts, palms rubbing her extra sensitive nipples, and then another powerful thrust, which triggered her.

As she felt the last bit of semen leave his glans within her, Susan’s body began spasming uncontrollably, and she threw her head back and screamed out in joy, while her husband continued to involuntarily thrust into her a few more times, but this time leaving no semen behind.

Exhausted, Susan tried to pull her legs out from her husband, but accidentally pushed out, causing him to roll off while holding her breasts, bringing her down on top of him onto the carpeted floor, which luckily had a thick and soft bearskin rug beneath them.

Surprisingly, Michael was still aware enough to bend his chin into his chest so his butt and back hit the floor softly at first, then he rested his head back as Susan collapsed on top of him, her face on his chest.  She then proceeded to kiss his chest and suck on his nipples as they were conveniently close to her.

“Did the cellular modem work?” asked Susan.

“You bet, beautiful.  I saw everything!  Great moves by the tree, by the way,” he managed to blurt out between recovering his breath.

Susan smiled, then sat up on her husband, straddling his groin.  She felt her labia lips on his now softening member, and grasping his giant pectoral muscles while stimulating his nipples with her palms, began sliding her labia lips up and down his shaft.  She listened to the wet sliding sound as their well-lubricated genitals rubbed against each other in a pussy job, but she was disappointed that his glans and penis weren’t reacting to her gyrations; instead, they felt very soft and tired.

“Do something,” she pleaded with her husband, “Move your hips.  Rub your penis against my labia lips.”

Michael obeyed, but his member wouldn’t respond.

“Sorry, beautiful,” Michael apologized sincerely.

“It's OK…it’ll be a while before I start ovulating again anyway.  Guess we got to get closer to our Martin.”

At that, Susan collapsed on top of her husband, and they kissed lovingly.