Chapter 15
Marsha smiled brightly when Susan walked into the kitchen the next morning. "Good morning, dear," she said. "Is David still asleep?"
"Yes. I think I wore him out last night. What time did you get in?"
"About midnight. You two were asleep on the couch. I didn't have the heart to wake you, so I tiptoed on by and went to bed."
"We went to bed about two. Thanks for not waking us. I'm not sure how David would have reacted."
"Men are funny creatures," Marsha said. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"Just coffee and toast right now. I'll take David out to brunch. If I sit around here all morning, I'll wear myself out again."
Marsha poured Susan a cup of coffee and put bread in the toaster. "David is a pretty muscular young man. I'd never seen him naked. For some reason, I always thought he was skinnier."
"He just looks that way in clothes. Did you arrange everything with Ingrid?"
Marsha nodded. "She and Arne will be here about three. I showed Arne your picture, by the way. He thinks you're beautiful and is looking forward to meeting you."
"Well, at least he doesn't think he has to get it on with a dog."
"He didn't think so before he saw your photo. Ingrid told him all about you. I changed the sheets and put my chair by the bed. David should find it very comfortable."
Susan shook her head and grinned. "I can't believe this. I'm going to let another man fuck me while my husband watches, and my mother is aiding and abetting me. You're naughty."
"I try to be," Marsha said with a sexy laugh. "How did David take the news?"
"I've never seen him so turned on. I think his cock grew a couple of inches. It was bigger than I remember, anyway, and it's been only a couple of weeks since I had it in me."
"As I said, men are funny creatures." Marsha finished her breakfast. "Well, I'll get out of your way. See you tonight. Have fun." She gave Susan a kiss and left.
Susan let David sleep late, took him out for brunch and then returned home to get ready for her date with Arne.
"I have to confess that I'm more than a little nervous, darling," Susan said as she stood in front of her closet trying to decide how to dress. "I have no idea how to go about this. Do we serve drinks and chat for a while? Or do I just take off my clothes and tell him to fuck me? Do we make out a little, then go to the bedroom and get it on, or what?"
"I have no idea, either," David replied. "We can always call it off."
"No, I said I would fuck Arne while you watch, and I will. A promise is a promise."
She looked forward to fucking Arne. Fucking Arne in front of her husband was the problem. In spite of his promise not to get upset by whatever she did, she wasn't sure he wouldn't freak out at the last moment and blow the whole deal.
"I should have asked Mother," Susan continued. "But I didn't, so I guess we'll just play it by ear. Ingrid probably knows how to get things started. I think you'll like her a lot, by the way. She's a sexy, lovely little blonde with just about the biggest tits you've ever seen. I don't know how she even stands up with those things hanging on her chest, let alone walk."
"Does it make any difference if I like her?" he asked. "She's just going to videotape the encounter, isn't she?"
"Oh, yeah." She turned away quickly so he wouldn't see her grin. "Well, it would help if we all got along, wouldn't it? I think I'll dress the way I would for a blind date. You don't mind if I think of this as a date with Arne, do you? I don't want it to be a crass affair when I shake his hand and say let's fuck."
"Maybe you should kiss him instead of shaking his hand," David said with a big grin. "You know what you're going to do. It's only a question of how you're going to do it. Relax, sweetheart. Just go with the flow and everything will be fine."
"Well, one thing is for sure. A prearranged tryst takes all the mystery out of it." She put on a pair of sheer pale blue bikini panties and a matching half-bra, then slipped into a pale blue dress with a zipper all the way down the back for ease of removal. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Zip me up, please."
"Not necessarily," he replied as he zipped her dress. "Being with someone for the first time, even when you know the outcome in advance, has a sense of mystery about it. The man wonders if the woman has a good pussy, how she acts in bed, that kind of thing. I can't speak for a woman, but she must wonder how well hung the man is, if he's a good lover, will he satisfy her."
"Why, darling, you sound downright philosophical! A man doesn't wonder if the woman will satisfy him?"
"Satisfying a man is the easiest thing under the sun," he said with a chuckle. "There is no such thing as bad pussy, only good, better and best."
"Interesting. Mother said the same thing." Unconsciously, she smoothed her dress and stepped into white high heel pumps. "I'll meet you in the living room in a few minutes. I want to check the bedroom."
Marsha had placed a large brass candle stand in each corner of the room and turned back the spread to reveal lustrous burgundy sheets. Susan smiled as she lit the candles, thinking how she and Arne would show up on the sheets. Talk about full-color video!
She heard the doorbell and hurried to the living room so it wouldn't appear she was trying to make a grand entrance. David was just opening the front door as she entered.
"Hello," Ingrid said, beaming as if the sun was shining directly on her face. "I'm Ingrid." She stepped forward and kissed David on the lips. "And this lug with me is my brother, Arne."
Arne shook David's hand, then looked at Susan with a smile as bright as his sister's. He took her hands and kissed her on the lips. "Your photo doesn't do you justice," he said gallantly.
"Thank you, Arne," Susan replied, obviously pleased by the compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Shall we go in the living room?"
Ingrid slipped her arm through David's and rubbed her curvy hip against his. "Marsha thinks you're a great guy, David, but she didn't tell me you were so handsome."
"Marsha really thinks I'm a great guy?" David said. "Well, maybe I've underestimated her. As Susan says, flattery will get you everywhere."
"We'll see," Ingrid said cryptically.
"Does anyone want a drink?" Susan asked.
"I don't," Arne said. "I get intoxicated just looking at you."
"He's full of bullshit," Ingrid laughed, "but he's a pretty good guy anyway. Nothing for me, thank you. I have to keep a clear head so I don't screw up your video."
David shook his head. He stared openly at Ingrid, wondering how she looked naked, what it would be like to fuck her. Her dark gray jumpsuit fit her voluptuous body like a glove. A rubber glove, two sizes too small. Her long blonde hair hung straight down, nearly to her trim waist, without a curl in it. The top of her head came barely to his shoulder, and, as Susan said, she had the most enormous tits he had ever seen. No one could ever mistake her for a young man, no matter what she wore. He no longer had any trouble believing she and her brother were lovers. She exuded sex from every pore.
Ingrid caught him staring at her and winked. She put down her camera case and removed the camera. She checked the settings, turned in on, and put it on her shoulder. She gave David another sly wink and turned toward Susan and Arne.
"Might as well get all the action right from the get-go," she said. "You'll get used to the floodlight in a minute or two, Susan."
Ingrid's words didn't bounce off Susan's ears in enough time to penetrate her brain. She and Arne were on the couch, making out like crazy. Their lips were sealed together, she was rubbing his cock through his pants and he was busily massaging her tits through her dress, so she was too preoccupied with a mouthful of tongue and a handful of cock to hear a word Ingrid said.
David experienced a momentary shock of misgiving as the watched the handsome blond hunk make out with his wife. Then he thought of how exciting the afternoon was going to be and his trepidation evaporated.
"Oh, good," Ingrid said softly. "I was afraid she would take some time to get going."
"Yeah," David agreed. "She didn't waste any time."
"Marsha was right, David," Ingrid said. "You are one hell of a guy. Not many men have the courage to let their wives fuck other men while they watch." Before he could react to her earthy language, she continued, "Give me a hand with this zipper, would you? I feel out of place staying dressed when everyone else gets naked."
David's hand actually trembled as he grasped the tab on her zipper and pulled it down. He couldn't see much at first, just her deep cleavage and the top of her blonde bush.
"Pull it off my shoulders," Ingrid said. She dropped her left arm and waited for him to pull her jumpsuit down. "The right side is a little more difficult," she said. "I don't want to miss any of the good stuff, so be quick." She turned the camera off and lifted it from her right shoulder with her left hand.
David yanked the right side of the jump suit down and sucked in his breath. "Jesus," he muttered.
In less than five seconds, Ingrid turned the camera on and put it back on her shoulder. "They are big, aren't they?" she giggled. "You have no idea how hard it was to learn to walk in high heels. Take it all the way off, please. I want to keep my shoes on. My short legs look better in heels."
"Lady, you couldn't look anything but beautiful no matter what," David said.
He knelt with his nose right in front of her pretty muff and pulled her jumpsuit down to her ankles. He could smell her excitement. The heady aroma made his senses reel. She lifted one foot at a time for him to pull her jumpsuit clear and replace her shoe. He saw flashes of her alluring pussy and had to fight the urge to stick his tongue in it. He stood and moved back a couple of steps, trembling all over.
"Thank you, darling," Ingrid said. "I'll have to see that you're amply rewarded for your help." She blew him a kiss and called to Susan, "Susan, bring Arne to the bedroom. Marsha said she prepared it especially for the occasion."
Ingrid backed down the hall, keeping the camera pointed at Susan and Arne as they walked hand in hand to the bedroom. David trailed along behind, peeking over Susan's shoulder at Ingrid. Her huge tits jiggled so enticingly. He felt a tremendous hankering to change the agenda to a foursome so he could fuck Ingrid right then and there. God, she was so tantalizing!
Susan also stared at Ingrid. She knew Ingrid had intentionally undressed in the living room to entice David. Both to keep his mind off what his wife was about to do, and to prime his interest for later. She smiled and winked at the camera, signaling the gorgeous little blonde she approved.
Ingrid backed into the bedroom and around the bed. Susan turned to Arne and hugged him as David entered and started to sit in the chair by the bed.
"Everyone has to get naked," Ingrid admonished. She moved so she had David in the picture. "Take them off, big boy."
David tried to ignore the camera as he undressed. He felt like a male stripper. Susan and Arne were kissing passionately, so he watched them instead of looking at Ingrid and her camera.
"Nice cock," Ingrid said as she eyed David's naked body through the view finder. "This is getting more interesting all the time."
David shook his head and sat down. He couldn't help himself. He grasped his prick loosely in his right hand and began to stroke it idly.
"All right, David! Way to go!" Ingrid said. "Okay, Susan, on the bed, darling."