Chapter 6
"I fixed a light supper," Marsha said. "When a guy takes a woman he wants to fuck to dinner, he jokes he's going to staff and mount her, but I don't want a belly full of food sloshing around when I fuck. I don't know about you, but I don't perform very well on a full stomach."
"I never gave it much thought," Susan replied. "I've always liked to let things happen on their own."
"Spontaneity is fine for a quickie, darling," Marsha said. "Serious fucking takes planning and preparation. Haven't you ever deliberately set out to arouse David by playing the seductive vamp for him?"
"No, can't say I have. If we were in the mood, we did it. Otherwise, we just went to sleep."
"In which case you haven't been getting fucked as often as you want," Marsha said astutely. "Your argument wouldn't have reached the crisis stage if you had seduced him. Although, in a way, I'm glad it did. You wouldn't have come to visit me if it hadn't. Remember, dear, when a man gets a whiff of hot pussy, he starts thinking with his dick and not his head. Give him a good fucking and you can get him to agree to most anything."
"Isn't that a little unfair? I don't want to take advantage of him, or feel like I'm using him."
Marsha laughed. "Honey, anyone who tries to make life fair is doomed to failure. We all use each other in one way or the other. The trick is to give as good as you get so no one feels cheated."
"I don't know, Mother. I don't think I could be comfortable deliberately using David. I want him to make love to me because he wants to, not because I laid a trap for him."
"Men in general are strange creatures, honey. They can be so damned aggressive at work, and so unsure of themselves when it comes to women. They fear rejection above all else. They'll fuck just about any woman alive, but only after they know she is receptive. Even in a marriage, a woman must flirt and be seductive and play the horny little tart who can't get enough."
"And I rejected David," Susan said. "He had the courage to tell me what he wanted, and I didn't pay attention. And I'm sure it took a lot of courage on his part. No wonder everything, no matter how small, became a big issue. I must have made him think I don't care about him."
"Defining the problem is half of the solution. What is your specific problem? You fucked Ryan, so fucking another man can't be what's bothering you."
"It isn't. The idea of fucking other men turns me on. I don't mean that I don't love David. I do. Very much. But riding Ryan's cock was so liberating!" Susan paused and looked into space, thinking. "I guess I wasn't prepared for what David suggested. Maybe I had the idea he thought he had to make up for his lack of adventure, and I didn't like the idea. Now, I see everything in a different light. Why he asked me to let him watch another man fuck me doesn't matter. I should be able to give him what he wants."
"No, it doesn't matter. He's offering you something few married women ever get, the chance to fuck all the men you wish. He just wants you to let him watch you do it. A little kinky, perhaps, but certainly not harmful as long as everyone involved agrees. And who knows where it might lead? I can think of all kinds of fun you can have. Can you call him right now and tell him you're ready to do what he wants?"
Susan smiled weakly and shook her head. "No. As much as I want to, I can't. I still feel so inhibited."
"Then we'll do it my way," Marsha said. "I wish someone had done the same for me when I was your age. Your father was no great shakes in bed. He wouldn't say cunt if his life depended on it. But I never went without, because I kept him interested.
I always gave him what he wanted so I could get what I wanted. Or a reasonable facsimile of it, anyway. I didn't learn what I really wanted until after he died. If I had known sooner, I'm sure I could have brought him out his shell and made a better lover of him. Don't fall into the same trap with David. Now, let's bathe and get ready for your big night."
They took a shower together, giggling and carrying on like two best friends. Susan's nipples grazed Marsha several times, setting off a firestorm in her cunt. She wanted so badly to push Susan against the wall and eat her out, but knew she had to wait for a more appropriate setting.
After their bath, they perfumed and powdered their luscious bodies. They put on floor-length sheer gowns that barely covered their nipples and split to the waist on each side, with nothing under them but titillating bare skin.
"No sense in putting on a lot of clothes we're just going to take off later," Marsha said. "By the way, I didn't invite Ryan."
"Then why are we getting all gussied up?" Susan asked. "I don't want to jack off again, even with you. No offense."
"No offense taken," Marsha laughed. "I invited another young man. If you're going to get rid of your inhibitions, you've got to branch out, spread your wings, so to speak. I think you'll like him. He isn't as handsome as Ryan, but he's nice."
"Spread my legs you mean," Susan quipped. "The thought of fucking in front of you makes me nervous. The thought of doing it in front of you with a man I've never met gives the jitters. Have you had him? Is he a good lover? Ryan spoiled me, you know."
"I haven't had him, but I've heard a lot of good things about him. Come on, I'll give you a drink to help calm your nerves."
"You'd better have a whole damn distillery in your liquor cabinet if you expect to drown the butterflies in my stomach."
"I never drink too much when I know I'm going to fuck," Marsha said. "My clit gets numb and I don't enjoy it as much."
"Are you also going to fuck this guy?"
"Maybe," Marsha said. "We'll see how it goes. I want you to have your fun."
They had hardly settled in the living room, drinks in hand, when the doorbell rang.
"That must be our guest," Marsha said, heading for the door. "Oh, by the way, he doesn't have any idea why I asked him over." She grinned at Susan, anticipating the surprise in store for the young man. Two for the price of one, mother and daughter together. And, if her plan worked, he would see them do something mother and daughter seldom did. What more could a man ask? "In fact, he doesn't know you're here. He thinks he's coming over just to see me."
The young man looked at Marsha and his eyes widened in surprise. He thought he was seeing things. Surely she couldn't be naked under her pretty blue gown. Then he spied Susan sitting on the couch, wearing a similar red gown, and his face became a mass of confusion. He stared at Marsha, questions pouring from his eyes.
"Greg, I'd like you to meet Susan. Susan, this is Greg. He's been trying to date me for ages. I keep telling him I'm too old for him, but he still keeps asking anyway. I think he wants to get in my pants."
Greg continued to stare as Susan, entranced by her loveliness, and missed Marsha's quip about getting in her pants. If she had been wearing any! As he walked across the room to shake Susan's hand, Marsha lagged behind him. She winked at Susan and smiled broadly.
The moment Greg entered the house, the butterflies in Susan's stomach migrated south and she felt courage flood her veins. She liked him instantly, and looked forward to fucking him. She stood, held out her hand and said, "Hello, Greg. I'm not too old for you. Would you like to date me?"
Greg took Susan's hand, kissed the back of it gallantly, and continued to hold it as he said, "Marsha, you never told me you had a younger sister. Been keeping secrets, huh?"
"Susan is my daughter, Greg. She came to visit for a few days."
"So you decided to invite me over to meet her, huh?" He noted Susan's wedding rings and smiled inwardly. A married woman willing to let her mother fix her up with a man obviously wanted more than dinner and dancing. "I'm very glad you did. She looks more like your younger sister than your daughter. Dating her will be like dating you when you were younger. Or dating a younger version of you." He realized he was rattling on and shut up.
Marsha smiled enigmatically. "I asked you over to meet her, among other things, Greg." She didn't bother to elaborate. She saw by Susan's reaction that her daughter found the young man attractive, so he would find out soon enough what other things they had in mind. "Would you like a drink?"
"Sure. What you're having is fine."
He watched Marsha walk slowly across the room to the liquor cabinet. He could see the cheeks of her lush ass wiggling and realized he hadn't been seeing things. She was naked under her thin gown. Rather than concealing her bounteous charms, the wispy material accentuated them, made them more alluring. The eye-catching sight had a conspicuous, instant effect on him. He blinked and swallowed hard.
Susan noticed his reaction and smiled. "Come sit beside me, Greg," she said, sitting down and patting the couch. "You like my mother a lot, don't you?"
"I thought she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman I had ever met until now. Now I'd have to say she's one of the two sexiest, most beautiful women I've met. If you two had the same color hair, I'd swear you were twins."
"The first part of your statement was very gallant, Greg. Did the last part mean that I look older than I am?" Susan cocked her head to one side and smiled coyly.
Greg took his foot out of his mouth said quickly, "No. It means that Marsha doesn't come anywhere close to looking her age. I didn't know she was old enough to have a grown daughter."
Marsha laughed merrily and handed Greg his drink. "Thank you for the compliment," she said. "Your glib tongue got you out of that easily enough."
"Only told the truth, lady." He lifted his drink in silent salute. "I never understood why you put me off by saying you were too old for me. I'm not some kid who is still wet behind the ears, you know."
"You wouldn't be here right now if I thought so," Marsha replied as she sat down on the other side of him. "I know you're twenty-seven and single. What else should we know about you?"
"Well, as you can see, I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm five foot, eleven inches tall and weigh about one hundred and seventy pounds. I work out just enough to keep from being a couch potato, I practice good hygiene, I smoke and drink moderately, I don't do drugs and I don't have any social diseases. What else can I tell you?"
Marsha patted his knees fondly and chuckled. "I guess that's enough for now. We can find out anything else of importance as we go along."
Greg had trouble trying to decide whether to look at Marsha or Susan. He had never had the good fortune to sit between two such breathtaking women wearing so little to hide their voluptuous figures. His head swiveled back and forth as though spring loaded. His eyes bounced up and down, trying to see everything at once.
"You're going to get a crick in your neck," Marsha said. "Why don't you sit over there so you can see us better?"
Greg scooted across the room and plopped into a large, overstuffed chair. Marsha slowly spread her legs, flashed him briefly, then crossed her shapely gams. Her split gown fell open, exposing her legs to the waist.