Susan's Fall 1-2

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****************　　　... She often imagined thousands of men masturbating while looking at photos of her body, and that image would arouse her. 　　In reality, such images never materialized because of her strict upbringing and the lack of support from anyone around her for such seemingly immoral thoughts. That is, 　　until she met Bob. It's hard to call them a perfect couple, as Bob was a bit of a workaholic, but beneath his ordinary exterior, Sue saw something different in him. Bob was a man of many ideas, often unconventional, and even risk-taking. Susan's previous small-town boyfriends were all conservative and conventional. Bob possessed something Susan had never experienced. 　　Bob and Susan married after dating for a year. Susan was grateful that her parents were no longer alive; otherwise, they wouldn't have approved of her marrying a divorced man eight years her senior. They frequently argued with her about her relationships and behavior, even into her twenties. 　　The main reason was Susan's older sister, Jill, ten years her senior, who left small town at 18, quickly became pregnant, remained unmarried, and had a young daughter. Jill's parents were devastated and stopped speaking to her. But her mother, before she died, asked Susan to contact her sister and take care of her forever. So the sisters were very close, despite living more than 200 miles apart. 　　Bob and Sue's first year and a half of marriage was, of course, very happy. Until Bob took on a management role, his work increasingly encroached on their marriage. 　　They both clearly sensed problems in their marriage. Bob didn't want another failed marriage, so they began to discuss how to spice things up. This was an opportunity Sue had been dreaming of. She began to openly express her thoughts on some unconventional sexual activities, and soon they started planning. 　　The first step was for Sue to buy herself some provocative clothes. Bob wasn't surprised by Sue's idea; in fact, he told her to buy something slutty. Their trip to the mall was fun and exciting. Sue couldn't believe how wet her underwear was on the drive there. They didn't dare go to the mall in their own town, so they went to the Brook tourist area, 18 miles south. 　　Choosing the right "equipment" became a competition between them. First, Susan tried on a red tulle cocktail dress, so short it was almost three inches from revealing her underwear. Bob said, "How about showing off your two big melons?" He picked up a black dress that was almost identical in length, but with a large slit in the front, revealing enough cleavage. Susan almost immediately climaxed when she put it on, and boldly walked out of the dressing room to show Bob. Clearly, Bob got an erection at first sight, imagining her wearing it in public. 　　Susan felt it was her turn to show off her courage. "What's wrong, honey? Are you backing out because you're worried your darling is showing too much?" 　　Bob said. "I'm telling you, you slutty wife, go back to the dressing room, I'll pick out two. You can choose one to wear home, no backing out, okay?" 　　Susan laughed. This was exactly the kind of thrill she wanted to experience—unrestrained, sexy, absolutely slutty. 　　She couldn't help but masturbate while waiting for Bob's choice. Just after her climax, Bob knocked on the door. Susan reached for the dress. Bob demanded, "No, give me what you were wearing when you came." A few seconds later, she handed over her skirt and blouse. But Bob didn't give her the clothes: "I have all the clothes you were wearing when you came."　　　"I gave them all to you," she said, a little worried about his plans. 　　"No, not all of them," Bob said. 　　Clearly, he wanted something. Soon, her bra and panties flew off too. "What about the shoes?" she asked defiantly.　　　He said the shoes had to be taken off too. 　　What was he trying to do? This was a clothing store, not a shoe store, but she wasn't going to be the one backing down today.　　　Finally, her husband handed her the two outfits he had just picked out. Susan immediately noticed how little fabric they had.　　　The first was a white PVC dress. She struggled to put it on, and the image in the mirror thrilled her. 　　The fabric clung tightly to her body, showing off every curve of her figure. Clearly, this shaping garment was designed to be worn with underwear, because her large breasts seemed to be covered only with a thin layer of white paint, and the tightness of the dress squeezed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage. 　　The worst part was that the hem was too tight and too short, fully exposing her bare buttocks, just a little below her naked vulva. Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible under the thin, taut plastic film, and depending on her movements, her pubic triangle would also be visible. 　　Bob chuckled as he heard his wife's frustrated sighs and complaints. 　　The second outfit looked to Sue like nothing more than a bunch of bright red straps. The suspender top only covered about a third of her breasts, had no back or sides, and the hem was just as short as the first one, with a slit in the front. If she didn't wear underwear, one wrong step and the slit would open, exposing her naked genitals. Sue noticed before trying it on that the size was 4, and she remembered telling Bob to get a size 6. 　　"Ah, darling, why are all these clothes two sizes too small? Did you make a mistake?" 　　"My slutty baby, you told me I could choose any clothes, and you said you could handle it, so pick one and be my slut, haha." 　　Sue bit her lip, but this excitement and stimulation was exactly what she wanted, and she was definitely feeling it now. She walked out in her white PVC dress, turned to Bob, and said defiantly, "Do you mind if we 　don't buy both? I don't want to wear the same thing every time I go out." 　　Her husband was shocked. He was sure that the provocative outfits he had deliberately chosen would make her give up the game and admit he had won. He hadn't expected her to challenge him further. 　　"Now, if you give me the shoes, we can go," she said with a lewd smile. 　　"My God," Bob thought, "she's really willing to go shopping in that dress."　　　He was stunned by her audacity, but her triumphant smile reignited his interest. 　　"I'm sure there are shoe stores nearby that can sell stilettos to match this dress. Why don't you wait for me in front of the store, I'll pay." 　　Bob and Sue made love like teenagers that night. In fact, they couldn't wait the 18-mile drive; on the way back, Sue gave him oral sex, and Bob only lasted a short while before ejaculating.

They both remembered the expression on the face of the young male shoe store clerk. Susan sat in the chair opposite him, her short skirt rolled up to her thighs, revealing her naked vulva. She had tried on six pairs of shoes, buying a pair of five-foot
lace-up heels and a pair of six-foot stilettos, which made it difficult for her to even stand.
Bob and Susan both had to admit that it was the most exciting day they'd had in months since they decided to seek some thrills
. Susan was glad that Bob not only understood her desire to show a little of her wild side but was also a passionate participant in her portrayal of a lewd version of Susan.
The next step was obvious to them. Susan wore her sexy red outfit, and the more she looked in the mirror, the more she realized how revealing it was. She only remembered it was backless, not realizing how low the back was, with the top of her buttocks showing. They planned to go to a regular bar to showcase it; with such large breasts and those gaps in her clothing that might expose her vulva, she had a lot to worry about, but she was sure it would be exciting.
But after the night, Susan told Bob she was disappointed. Of course, she attracted many men's gazes and sexually hungry stares. When she was looked at, her vagina gushed with shame, so much so that both she and Bob could smell the fragrance of her genitals. But as she wanted to tell Bob, in many ways it was no different from being exposed in a store; she felt like a model in a magazine, being displayed, desired, perhaps even an object of masturbation, but not to be touched, because her husband was sitting at the table with her.
"You mean you want to be touched by strangers?" Bob asked.
Although somewhat uneasy about it, Susan often fantasized about being touched by someone other than her husband. Maybe by an aggressive dance partner, maybe by letting someone's hand take some risks in a bar. But she didn't want to go any further, and she knew her husband was watching her—how exciting that would be!
The problem was the look in Bob's eyes when he asked the question; it seemed like she would hurt him if she said yes, but she didn't want to miss this opportunity to express herself.
"Uh—, I think I can handle it. I mean, dancing involves a lot of physical contact, and I have to admit I want to see if I can handle it."
Bob was silent for 15-20 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, he said, "Okay.
It's not right to pretend to be alone dressed like that, just hopefully you can stop him from going any further once he finds out how wet your pussy is or how hard your nipples are."
Susan was silent for a few seconds. She thought, Bob is already thinking about someone else touching my pussy or breasts, which is much more than I thought he could handle the first time. Suddenly, she was ready to go further: "What about me?"
"What?" "I mean, can I touch him? I mean, can you handle it?" she asked, stammering.
This time, Bob's answer was quick. "I guess I can. I mean, you're the star of this show, and besides, you can't just sit there like an inflatable doll."
Now everything was clear. Susan felt incredibly wet down there. She pulled down Bob's pants, gave him oral sex, and swallowed his semen—something she had never done before.
Chapter Two
This week seemed to drag on. Friday night, Susan wore that red dress again. Her theory was that it made it easier for others to touch all the important parts of her body, unlike the white one, which mainly showcased her body.
Bob and Susan had asked each other almost five or six times if they thought the plan was okay, needing further confirmation. The plan was for Bob to go into the lounge first, and Susan would come in about 15 minutes later to decide whether to take a table or a small booth, making it convenient for some actions to take place while still within her husband's sight. The problem was they didn't know the layout of the place, because to avoid running into local friends or people from Bob's company, they had come to the Brook tourist area, 18 miles away.
Susan gave Bob a long kiss and thanked him for allowing her to do so. "No, thank you," Bob said, pointing to the large bag on his trousers. "I'm sure you'll thank me properly when you get home, haha." He winked and got out of the car.
Susan sat there nervously twisting her hands and taking deep breaths. She knew she really wanted to do it, but it was indeed a bit too much. If she could control the spasms in her vagina, she feared she would have orgasmed before even getting out of the car.
Finally, she opened the door. "Okay, comrades, here I come," she muttered to herself, her stilettos clattering on the asphalt.
Her first impression was that this wasn't a high-class lounge. Not that it was sloppy, just not the tasteful kind of place. There were no partitions, just tall round tables and chairs supported by single heels. She quickly realized she couldn't sit in those chairs, as the gap in her skirt would easily expose her genitals.
When they left, Bob had told her that her bikini bottoms weren't part of the outfit, and if she wanted to be "Slut Susan," she had to stick to the clothes they'd bought. She knew this would make things ten times harder, but she couldn't show any concern, or her husband might change his mind.
Her seating was quickly decided for her; two men, probably in their thirties, saw her as soon as she entered and invited her to sit down. Unexpectedly, Susan went over like a moth to a flame.
"Okay, baby. What would you like to drink?"
Susan trembled as she looked at the two men who were leering at her. One man was short and thin, with a mustache and thick, bushy eyebrows; he looked despicable, though he kept grinning. The other, a fat man who had invited her over, was about 30 pounds overweight and balding. They were nothing like the men she had imagined.
Susan hadn't thought about drinking; she was only thinking about her experience. "Hmm—, a glass of white wine would be fine,"
she said gently. The fat man gestured to the bartender for a glass of white wine, while the other man got up and moved aside to make room for Susan between them. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her bare back; it was the thin man who pushed her down to sit.
Although she managed to avoid her clothes revealing her genitals, her skirt had fallen to her thighs, with only the pleats covering her burning vulva.
Susan blushed with embarrassment. The two men stared at her in astonishment when they discovered that she was shamelessly naked under her meager clothing.
“I’m Ralph, and this is my good buddy Jim,” the fat man said, leering at her body.
“Hi,” Sue could barely speak. She took a deep breath. “I’m… uh… Sue.” She hesitated for a moment before blurting out her real name, but it just came out. She suddenly remembered Bob, looked around for him, and found him intently watching his wife’s predicament.
“Nice dress, Sue,” Ralph complimented, placing a hand on her waist. She froze. Could she allow this? She glanced at her husband. From Bob’s angle, he couldn’t see Ralph’s hand slowly moving towards the V-shaped area of the dress. Bob winked at Sue, chuckling.
Ralph couldn’t believe his luck. First, this super sexy beauty walked into the bar and accepted her and Jim’s invitation, and now she wasn’t stopping him. When his fat fingers moved under her firm breasts, it was his turn to hesitate. Should he continue? Would she slap him and leave?
Ralph glanced at his buddy, who was staring in disbelief at his drinking companion's audacious act. Jim nodded, and Ralph's hand cupped her breast. He could feel the young woman's warm chest rising and falling with her deep breaths. "You're a slut, aren't you?" he whispered, playing with her breasts.
Sue didn't even notice when Jim took her hand and rubbed it up and down against his erect penis.
Everything happened too fast. Her fantasy had been about flirting and slow progress with a romantic hunk from a novel. But the reality was that she was sitting here being touched by a short, fat 30-year-old man and his friend, and she was so close to orgasm. What was happening was both wrong and felt amazing.
"How about we go play some pool in the back?" Ralph said, pulling her to her feet. "Jim, go get some coins, we'll go play in the back." He winked. "She seems to know how to play."
They got up and went to the back room, where there was a pool table and some side tables. Bob was about to get up and stop them, but he remembered how much passion Susan had poured into the night. He knew he couldn't go in with them; he didn't want her and two dirty strangers out of his sight.
The two old men in the bar also noticed Ralph and Jim going to the back room with the prostitute who was there for the first time.
"Looks like those guys are having some fun," one of them said. "If I were 30 years younger, I'd go and have some fun with that slut too."
Bob glanced towards the door, but he couldn't see inside from where he was sitting. If he moved to a spot where he could see inside, it would be too obvious to the bartender and the two old men; they might think he was a voyeur or something. While Bob was happy for his wife to indulge her fantasies, he didn't like being seen as a pervert. She knew he was out there, and if things got out of hand, she would call him or run to him. Bob ordered another drink and waited.
Meanwhile, Jim and Ralph put money on the table and took out a pool table, pretending they really wanted to play. They weren't sure how far the beauty was willing to go and didn't want to scare her away too soon. “Do you like playing?”
Ralph asked, his question clearly leading.
“What do you think?” Susan replied in the same rude tone she used when joking with Bob.
“I think we should put some stakes to make the game more fun.”
Oh—, Susan felt cornered, but she’d never felt so shy and excited.
“Like what?” she asked, slightly hesitant.
“We’ll play throat-slitting. The first one out gets penalized.” He winked at Jim as he spoke.
“Ah—, I’m not very good at it, and I don’t have much money with me.”
Jim scurried around her a bit. “You have plenty of money to gamble with, honey.
And you definitely have a lot more cueing skills than you’ve revealed. You might be a professional pool cheat, don’t you think, Ralph?”
“I’m sure she is. Look, Sue, let’s play three rounds, $5 each. Since you don’t have any money, we’ll let you offer something of value. How about it?”
Susan struggled to stop herself from trembling. “Okay,” she said, but she wasn’t sure what she had agreed to.
They let Susan tee off first. As she bent over to hit her ball, she realized that if she leaned too far forward, her bare buttocks and genitals would be easily visible to the people behind her. Her self-consciousness grew so strong that she barely touched the hole. The two men distributed Susan's balls together, seemingly not with the intention of winning. She ended up sinking only two balls.
"Looks like you lost, baby. What are you going to offer as a wager?"
Susan's heart pounded. She couldn't offer too much, or things would quickly spiral out of control. "I'll give you two wet kisses, okay?" she smiled nervously.
"Wait, baby. I think we're thinking about fucking or blowjobs. Right, Ralph?" Jim suggested.
"No, no, I can't do that, man." She touched her ring somewhat irritably. "I'm married. I mean, I'm out here looking for some fun, but I can't have sex with other people."
The fat man knew that if they put too much pressure on her, they would miss the opportunity. "Okay. No fucking, but you have to show us your tits."
Susan considered for a few seconds, deciding it wasn't a big price to pay. She'd accepted more than just a wet kiss; the next step might be letting them touch her breasts, but that was fine with her, she thought.
She slowly pulled down her narrow tank top to reveal her left breast, posing to show it off, then did the same with her right. She smiled, puffed out her chest for a few seconds, then swayed it like a stripper. Teasing had always excited her, and tonight was the boldest thing she'd ever imagined. "Is that enough?" she asked, trying to cover them up.
"Nice breasts, Sue. But what are you doing? You lost. Show them off, and we'll play a second round."
Sue's weak protest was suppressed by the 2-1 vote.
Meanwhile, Bob had been trying to peek into the back room; twice he'd seen his wife walking back and forth with her cue to hit the ball during the first round, but now there was no movement. "Another drink?" the bartender startled him, as he was focused on what was going on over there.
"Hey, where's the bathroom?" he asked, hoping it was through the back room or at least past the door.
The bartender pointed to a corner in the distance. "Listen, buddy, if you want to peek at that slut, nobody's going to blame you. Go share a table with old Paul and Clem. They've already seen her peeking at the ball while she's on the table, showing her ass.
Their table has the best spot, right next to Jim and Ralph."
(To be continued)
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