Christmas Eve, 2023.
Susy and I had enjoyed a seasonal visit to London from our country abode in Surrey to hit the City and shop until we dropped. After my delectable wife had spent more than the usual GDP of a small nation on shoes, we had eaten a passable meal at the Ivy restaurant and then headed for home.
She had made her usual grand entrance in a floor-length dress in a stretch jersey fabric which featured a dramatic plunge neckline, low back, and body contouring ruching throughout. The self-tie halter neck had the effect of displaying more breasts than was covered. She wore her brand new open-toe sandals with a four-inch heel lined with sapphires. With her lustrous black hair piled on top of her head, she appeared to be over six feet tall. As I had planned on imbibing and not driving we hailed a black taxi for the drive back. As we settled in the back seat, Susy began to unwind after several glasses of her favourite tipple, Brandy de Jerez, and she was slightly the worse for wear. And she soon turned to talking about her best subject to discuss. That being sex.
"Really, Eric. Even though I'm attractive, I do think I should have to work at it now and again. Rather than have you just hand it over on a plate. It's sweet of you to give me what I want, but I wouldn't mind chasing a man for a change. It would add to the excitement. Perhaps I might even have to beg for it, you know?"
"What? What did you say?"
I myself had overdone it on the Chateau du Pape and was half with it and half not. It had been one of those dark winter evenings with a cloudless night and the blackness peppered by stars. As we left London the air smelt cleaner and cooler as we were whisked back to the country. As I squirmed on my seat I noted the driver cocking his head to listen in.
"Maybe I want to be the seducer, no?"
"Huh!"
Susy shot the man driving a look as he made a noise and huffed.
"Si. Sometimes the chase is better than the catch. A lot of men would be glad to have me for even just one night."
"Ha!"
Susy glared at the driver who seemingly scoffed at my wife's words.
"What is your problem," she looked at the identity tag on the dashboard and sat up. "Bill-ee? You have something to say?"
He looked in the rearview mirror and chuckled. He appeared to be in his thirties with slicked-back dark hair and a greasy-looking five-o'clock shadow.
"You Spanish? Well anyway, you rich bints make me laugh. You're all the same. Here you are dripping jewels and wearing full-on slap and you think every man will come begging. At first, I thought you were a prozzy with your fake tits and he was your bloke for the night."
"This is my husband."
"Right. He's old enough to be your 'king dad. Loaded is he?"
"So?"
"What? Do you suck him off now and again? You wouldn't know a real man if you 'king fell over him."
"I can get any man I want. AND, he would be more than happy to share a bed with me."
"Really? Look at you, you tart. A dress that looks like it cost more than I earn in a month and your arms all 'king inked up. How old are you? Eighteen?"
"Shut up. Bastardo! You should be so lucky to have me."
"You? I could please you any day of the week. I could have you coming like a broken tap in a flash."
"Vete a la mierda! Fuck off! You'd be spitting spunk long before I would. Escoria! Scumbag!"
"Piss off! You make me 'king laugh. Is that a challenge? Eh? Or is that just a way of making sure you get your leg over tonight?"
"What?"
"Oh, shut up, Eric."
The rest of the journey was met with silence until we reached our home in Surrey. The night air was crisp as we tumbled out of the taxi at the hour of one. The driver sat nonchalantly in his seat as he looked at his meter to check the fare.
"And fetch my shopping, Bill-ee."
"Alright, but remember that the meter is still running."
Billy huffed and opened the back door to gather up Susy's many purchases. She led the way, ensuring her stunning derriere that strained in her tight dress was in his view. I registered that wicked smile of hers when she was scheming. I had an idea that Billy was not going anywhere soon. As he deposited the bags on the floor of the main living room Susy turned to face him.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Our challenge. I'll wager that I could make you cum before me."
He looked at me as I collapsed in my favourite armchair and then he looked Susy up and down with new scrutiny. Then he spread his hands and answered humorously,
"Not a snowball's chance. I've had tarts like you begging me for more. I wouldn't even break into a sweat."
"You have some nerve. Prove it, then. My husband will give you a grand if I cum before you."
"What?"
"A thousand pounds, if you can bring me off inside of an hour. If I bring you to orgasm first, then you forfeit the cab fare. Either way, you get to have a gorgeous piece of Latina ass."
"Alright. It's a deal. But I do warn you. Sit back there Dad and watch a real man fuck a woman,"
I watched in a haze of confusion as the untidy stranger stood before Susy as they came nose to nose. They seethed in some kind of standoff and then he pounced. With both hands, he rent the front of her dress open thereby freeing up her huge boobs. She gasped as she reared back with her jugs bouncing up on her bare chest. He rudely pawed at her right tit and greedily sucked on the hard nipple. Susy hissed and held his head to her cleavage as she teetered on her high heels.
"Hey," he said gleefully with his head between her massive bosom. "I can hear the ocean!"
He leaned forward to smother the front of her enhanced boob with his yawning mouth. Susy whimpered as most traces of her dignity began to vanish. They stared at each other as he cupped both tits in his hands and felt their weight and size. He kissed and kneaded them, and Susy melted to his touch.
"Bet these cost your old man a bundle."
Billy rubbed his face and mouth in her ample valley as he thumbed each erect nipple. Susy closed her eyes and rubbed her thighs together suggestively. He came up for air and held both of her big globes in his hands as Susy fumed. Then he pushed her back against the edge of the table and with little effort tore the remaining tattered dress from her curvaceous body. The expensive gown fell with a whisper to the carpet and she lifted her left heel to kick it away
"Bastardo!"
As she gripped the table edge with her hands Billy tore away her tiny thong and left her totally naked save for her high heels. He grabbed her left arm and forced his mouth hard against hers. With his other hand, he squeezed her bubble bum and jammed her to his front.
"Ugh! Your breath is like an ashtray. Eek!"
"Shut it. Women like you need to be put in their place and reminded who is the boss."
He jammed two dirty fingers into her mouth and she hummed on the cigarette-stained digits until she bathed them with spit. As he cupped her bald pussy mound and inserted his middle finger in her moistened seam she spat out and dribbled down her tits. Susy held onto his shoulders as she was made to squirm and dance as he frigged her hard and true. I saw my horny wife push her pelvis upward to meet his oncoming hand.
"You won't make me cum," she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I refuse to cum."
"Is that so?" he said, as Susy pursed her lips and mumbled as she rocked on the toes of her shoes.
As she willingly wriggled against the hard table in an effort to engineer his probing, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of him and sneered.
"Do you ever bathe? You stink."
Billy stepped back a tad and went down onto his knees.
"Yeah, the women love that. Turns them on something rotten."
His hand showed evidence of Susy's ardour as it looked to be coated in her pussy juices. He tugged her legs out wider and proceeded to lick the soft inner portions of her toned thighs. She duly moaned in delight when he next used his tongue to swipe all around her shaven mons. I knew all too well that Susy's mound was highly sensitive when she got rid of her pubic thatch and Billy's face was smeared with her sticky inner substances. He flattened his tongue so that he could make broad sweeps up her slit from the bottom to her hooded clit. Her fingers ran through his slick hair as she humped his face urgently.
"I won't cum, I won't cum," she intoned as she bit her lower lip to stifle a scream.
Billy took her legs and pushed them back towards her body and positioned them wide apart. Now her legs were in the air and her pussy was lifted up toward him. Her clit and pussy lips were pink, moist, and waiting. She began moaning with impatience. Eager for his tongue and mouth to begin its work.
"Is...umm. is that...all you got? Mmmm? I refuse to cum for you. I've...ugh...had better."
"Piss on you!" he said, holding her legs up.
"Eat my pussy!" she cried. "Come on!" She grasped his head and guided him down between her legs. He was quite pleased at her desperate need for him. At least now, for a moment, he was back in control.
She held her breath in anticipation. Wanting to keep her in suspense, he placed several soft, teasing kisses on her clit. It took everything in him to restrain himself, his every instinct urging him to enthusiastically satisfy her. He continued to tease her with light flicks and laps of his tongue, driving her crazy.